The Cat - Mind..! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Unlike all her cousins, the cat
Belongs to a complex dual world
Of wilderness and the formal theocrat;
Untamed, the evil is unfurled
In nocturnal darkness wild,
All let loose, wantonly, to wander
And in memoirs to get piled,
Or prowl about craze and plunder.




Yet the brightness of the day
Makes her mild and sober
Evincing the dubious conscientious way
To recoup with apt, noble labour;
Composed, musing in sly seeming sleep
With closed eyes and curled up body,
She ruffles the cravings rooted deep,
But gets the mould of righteous trait set ready.




Though a miniature descendant
Of the leonine-tigris and savage lot,
Feels homely with bipeds as a pet -dependant
Balancing the ' fair and the unfair ' in a pot.
Hear a violent roar of the terror - creed:
Truly, a communing mew is better indeed..!