Pale eyes of a black cat
The weather was looking cheerful.
Cool, gentle, breeze was blowing.
Fragrance of flower was in air.
Nature was shinning & brightening.
Because it was the spring
But a black cat near by me was quite mum.
Her eyes were pale.
She was hungry also.
I ask her why she is not playing with joy.
She said that she came from a long distance.
There is a country where human beings are in great trouble.
They are facing acute shortage of food & drinking water.
Children are facing the problem of mal nutrition.
When all these people are in sorrows & grief
Then how can I live with Joy?
Because I am also dependent to the human beings
So my eyes are pale.
I came from the country called Somalia.
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