SQ (19/02/95 / San Fernendo)

Hamster

He brushes his nose,
with his toes.
Bites my sisters's,
finger tips.

He enjoys himself wearing crown,
and roams up and down.
He moves right to left being a rat,
and felt he was a gymnast.

He stands still for some time,
and thinks which is the next crime.
I pray for him this day,
that he lives a long way.

User Rating: 5 / 5 ( 0 votes ) 2

Other poems of KAPOOR. (18)

Comments (2)

A magnificent and affectionate piece. Your words filled with great sorrow and regret. Very intense and powerful plea. We all make mistakes and do things we wished we hadn't, but every step we take is a part of who we are now. We must look at our mistakes and try and take a different path in the future.
The feeling of regret on this work is palpable, Shutter Queen! Often, when we fail due to complacency the loss resounds with greater intensity. Such notions invade my minds when I read this one. Warm regards, John.