Everytime

I loved a cat in my childhood,
she loved me too, I know.
One night, when the world was in slumber,
she came to my bed, without any symptom,
she collapsed to death....
I wept a lot, saw death took her warmth.
My father, who gave indulgence of my
all far-fetched things, journeyed away
from me for the abode of god.....
Every time, I loved any one,
got away, away from me.
So, I stopped loving...
I know, if I love, response to
any loving voice, time
will tear them with his powerful
claws, with his monstrous paw..
So, I stopped........

poem by Nilakshi Das
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