And the cat leapt at the
Moon through the window
Like they're bosom friends
Though I would have loved
It to go for a mouse hunt
Being close to a poet
Changes your perspectives
Sometimes you're philosopher
Sometimes a freelancer
Yet at times a householder
With a loving home and wife
But the pen moves with the
Thoughts and the ideas
The deals are most likely
To become fair and white
Moon and the cat's meow
Are perpendicular to all
My profile pictures
I see the leap as moving
Ahead in time and history
(C) Apu Mondal @ 2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem