.. it looked so tenderly cute ...
even without life -
a little kitten
upon wild grass carpet!
as if sleeping
(but for a dry lesion mark
on its innocent head)
a victim of fate?
or some cruel hand(s)?
bigger part of neighborhood
was still slumbering
but early sunrays poured on it
like transparent gold
(their warmth akin to silent
mourning) this dull morning...
... late in the evening, i halted
on my way back, there, to see ...
but the poor thing was gone -
cleared perhaps! ...
for a still moment
these eyes longed, searchingly,
for some signs of a little kitten
... furry, white
upon wild grass carpet ...
beneath a mute Neem tree...
but it wasn’t there any more -
none of those tiny paws & whiskers!
... (only a patch of crushed grasses
instead ... bathed quietly in the hazy twilight
amid many bugs shrilly serenading) ...
... a street-lamp some meters ahead
was dismally lit, the air blew cold
and there was half moon gazing ...
down at a lean figure now trudging
homeward ... with a shadow ...
amid many bugs shrilly serenading ...
late in the evening ...