SIX
PETS
PRABHAKAR MACHWE
He brought a puppy first
Which grew old, bold and
ran away
He then had a few cats,
He gave them away to
friends.
Then he kept some golden
fish
They died in the bowl;
Next a pair of parrots,
one flew away
The other was picked up
by the neighbour’s cat.
But this habit of
keeping pets
Was such a habit of
keeping pets
It was not lessened,
I hear nowadays he has
kept a few men
As pets
As mere epithets!
What will happen to
them?
(Probably the neighbour’s big bombs will blow them)
And yet they will not
lessen in number.