Her movements are majestic
Her gaze deep and sharp
Her sleep shallow and fugacious
Her hunger blind and never kind
My feet is her favorite place
Where she cuddles when she needs love
My pillow is her haven
Which she grabs in rainy Sundays
She knows not what jealousy is
She knows not what hate is
She knows not what vengeance is...
She knows not who God is
When we pray, she sleeps
When we hurry, leisurely she stalks
When we panic, herself she stretches
When we cogitate, with her shadow she plays
Looking at her I heave a sigh..
Only if I could be calm and content
Like my pet, my pussy cat Dolly.!!!
Who kept her divinity intact
With a God like resolution..
After eons of evolution..
To be her self
Irrespective of attitude of civilizations
Towards her species..!!!!
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