To a Cat

8 Nov

Sleeping on a couch of cement,
Dreaming of things yet to ferment,
Unaware of the metro commuters,
Lost, totally lost in his own world

Doesn`t show any signs of waking,
The weary onlookers envy it,
The easy go ones love it,
But nothing ever seems to bother it

Drenched by life`s struggle,
Tossed by waves of enviousness,
The sleeping cat is a bliss to all,
A picture of eternal repose

Nature is beautiful and to be loved,
Like the cat, let nothing disturb you,
Fully being patient,
Till in heaven, we meet

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