I rode on a street
To come across a kitten
Neither adult nor newborn
A beast much chubby
I took a gaze
To admire his coat
Neither brown nor grey
A blend of earthly hues
I gazed deeper
To adore his innocence
Neither learned nor versed
A child possibly of mischief
I came closer
To catch him in surprise
Neither shaken nor trembling
A soul much tranquil
I learnt with dismay
To sense his chill
Neither perturbed nor agitated
A slumber of eternity
I wept in silence
To learn his demise
Neither warmth nor breath
A child amidst metallic tyrants.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
persona or subject in this poem is just a cat. but the message conveyed is so gigantic. I felt so upbeat in my heart while appreciating 'Kitten' writing style. syabas my friend. :)