When I saw my cat
I wanted to pat.
When i heard it purr
I used to rub its fur.
My cat was a breed of Persia
it never asked for a friend from Russia.
One day, fate befell my cat
I cried and beside it I sat.
It has been 4 years since she died,
thinking of it, i just now cried
It had never chased any bees
so its soul will rest in peace.
Dedicated to my late cat...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awhhh this is so touching lovely poem Simi