Cat Poem by subrata paul

A cat I have,
everybody loves,
its a sweet cat,
fine to look at,
Masculine to smell.
white, hairy cat,
that i have.
sleeps under the cot
at night,
it jumps on the master,
licks his feet.
It gaurds the kitchen,
Carry out what is spoken.
It loves the mistress
It sleeps with her
Return the kisses.
when the master is gone,
Its a total freedom,
Mistress rolls on bed for rest
It sleeps on mistress's lonely breast,
the blouse is unbuttoned
it licks the valley between.
mistress sweats
Twenty eight
she is wife
Of the Master at home
Busy man on the desk
Lonely he is also.
Heart is walled by ribs
demand grows old
and die and get vanished.

So the mistress watches the cat
In vision
But I have a cat
beside the window.
A long distance between.....
A wall on the boundary,
Cat breaks the rule,
Discovers relief.
Every afernoon.
Master knocks the door
and the cat runs away.
mistress washes her face.

the cat sleeps under the cot,
It lives in the house
and play hide and seek,
in the afternoon..,
when none is in the room.

Subrata paul