Comments about Arunlal Mokeri
The cat is simply everywhere on a given day.
On the culvert sleeping, his ears keeping watch;
In the shade purring angrily at himself clutching the earth;
Out in the sun as a proud machine-perfect movement of limbs;
At the wayside trashcan licking wet the dry fish bones:
Always involved most in himself.
Or he scratches the truck at rest
Thumps dying moths with soft white paws