A fat hamster and his Himalayan cat
Sat on our table, getting mentally fat!
They’re introduced by my son’s origami flips.
Trying to make them stand on their feet.
As each roll from one side to the other
The gravity of it now makes me shudder.
The winter outside contradicts the heat inside
Warming my hands together, I let my pen decide
The blue walls, mustard trees, patterned leaves
Imprints of jungle life and mystic leopard prints
I can see the people; hear their buzzing sound
My turmoil feels pressure from bloody hounds.
They make me sometimes hate everything and all.
At other times love the presence like a ping-pong ball
And it seems so funny that the board game in front,
Is glaring at my face with a force that almost burned
Making me almost pity the nine-year-old playing alone
In a group of four, yet realising, we all are on our own.
A glass full of coffee, cookie, and other savouries besides
I cannot quench that hunger that I need to so severely hide
A desperation to somehow straighten and find my feet
Have that independence that’s for you, for me to greet
Just like you, I too need that feeling to belong and rise
Taste the authentic taste, for it is a nut hard to crack!
We are on our own but need to answer many
Desire not to get hurt and earn all that penny
Need of strength that makes me stand like that pole
Supporting so many swings and twinkle lights as a whole
Bringing in love with open arms rolled in pure respect
So, I can lay in my bed and smile at the promise I made!
As I come back to the hamster and Himalayan cat,
Still sitting on the table getting mentally fat
I realise my son has introduced me to his world
Where he tries to make them stand and swirl
However, it is me again that looks at both and puts,
pressure on him like it’s on me to get up and stand!