Dream of the Karma

These cats
They are apart from their regular clan.
No lorries come to pick them -
To their death of trembling shadows.
Are they a glimpse of their karma?

These cats!
They are regularly fed,
Like pious guests.
They are not living at the corner
Of a derelict alley

These cats!
They are one of the ones,
Sweet angels watch over them -
With arranged food platters
At daily sunrise.

These cats!
Live like parlour pets.
I see them in such assembly,
As if they are my old acquaintances.
They are my old acquaintances!

For Vrinda
Mumbai
2013

Geeta Chhabra