Showed up at our Gate,
One Fine Day;
Peeped into Doors &,
Windows the Same Day;
Tried it's Meows,
With No Luck;
Tried it's MaMa tactics,
With All Good Luck;
Got a Pet Home,
In a Week's time;
And Relished on a,
Fish Snack for Taste,
Along Side Milk Breaks;
Guarded the House,
Even at an Hour Zero;
Hunted the Rats and
Posed as a Hero;
Roamed in the Roads,
Like a Romeo;
And Created nice Little,
Cameos;
The Cute Cat Goldie,
Though it's a Wild Cat;
It's still our Family Cat,
Finding Love & Care;
*---NAGA VAMSHIDHAR RATAKONDA*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem