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Yeh Pug Viraat!
(March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Yeh Pug Viraat!

Poem By Niraj Srivastav

When the winter starts raking in,
my body automatically responds.

the drafts that trip under the attic door,
around the window glass,
are enough to rouse me
from the deepest slumber.

noir coat, snow-dipped paws
greet me at the gate of transference,
past the limit of indecision.

Most days I desire not to hear
the faintest whisper,
but to revel in a cry - a shriek
from some unknown origin.

The silver lining of pious clouds
catch one off-guard. As we dwell
in our respective quarters;
wary of letting another penetrate
our reclusive atmosphere.

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i sometimes come back and visit some of your old poems randomly, it's always a good trip and this one is no exception, excellent as always. ben
You have captured the 'cat that walks by herself' detachment of the human and canine in this fascinating poem. I agree with Ivan about the silver lining of your pious clouds and your title is purrfect. love, Allie xxxx
kittens are great companions unless two-way dialogue is desired; I've never experienced pious clouds with silver linings - but I know what you mean. Rgds, Ivan
As we dwell in our respective quarters; wary of letting another penetrate our reclusive atmosphere. mind over matter what matters is hearts that we hold dear i d rather read you than william shakespeare


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