To Snowbelle Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Could my memory be less harsh
Your Neruda sleep, dear cat, with abandon
My amiable character be in debt, so is
The cat-stretch my yogi teacher taught me
Fervently. Not recoursing the cat-walk
The white triple fir was like a fern’s brush.

You would just need a little more effort
To converse, to be through with the evolution’s
Fifty million years. But the intelligence in your eyes
Spoke and the frown on forehead, the disposition
Sophistication, delicacy, decency, mannerism
Play of a child, an old recluse’s sweet company.

On the edge of the wall, we called you back
But for the breeze, of the night and rain
Still they say you love to be home.
Our doors open and we found you ‘passed’,
An ailment, poisoned, a bite –what happened?
But to the adornment of the house, you chose

To lay yourself on the door, might be unable to climb,
Might be you wished someone open it up,
You the palace-cat, might be some fear
Struck your tender heart, and your eyes I saw still
Open, live, full with tear marks, and your gentle paws
Folded back, -we do not know what message you had

For the elegant Casper, your companion, except
That ‘you all remember me for my little plays’
The little joys you shared, to make the dread of living
More joyful, and to teach to let go, and to remember.
For ‘be compassionate to all living creatures’
‘and find another one for your amusement, O Humans! ’
‘I am grateful to all and happy with all, so adieu’! ’

-When Vareesha’s cat snowbelle passed away on May 5,2014.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
May 5,2014.

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