Poor Kitten

Poor Kitten
Born to the world which itself didn’t ask,
Or maybe its karma did.

Little big eyes darting left and right,
Searching for food, avoiding danger,
or perhaps wondering the purpose of its existence.
Not. Just searching for food, looking out for danger.
No time to be an existentialist!

Poor Akila,
In the streets of Hyderabad,
Didn’t ask to be born, probably just a by-product,
of some adult indulgences.

Little big eyes darting left and right,
Searching for food, avoiding danger,
and came she knocked on the Tata Aria window;
shaking her little head left and right, she pleaded;
“Saheb, bread please”

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