In the last poem I wrote, I left out three:
Two out of them lie confined to the fourth room,
They are Puppu the oldest of them all
And who came home first, and blazed the trail.
The other one is Ammu with patches
Brown and black, named so by a Malayali
Pushpa who used to stay with us and cook
Very tasty dishes, and was fond of Ammu.
But now Ammu though big, cannot
Get on with other cats some of whom
Like Chinkie and Zippie fight with her,
Standing in front digging their heels.
The ninth one is Joti's favorite
And I suspect also of our maid Seetha.
She is Minnu, fluffy soft ball,
Young but active like all kittens.
She keeps everybody happy, even senior cats,
Playing with them, chasing the boys
Except that Inji the previous favorite
Having lost her position, keeps hurting Minnu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem