soon you wont be
eating with me
leftovers of bandra
residents she
bemusedly tells
the goats ,,
the butcher
will sell you
profitably
to cut your
throats
i will miss you
dear friend
the most ,,
the silken
warmth of
your glistening
coats the best of
you as biryani
your flesh they
will roast ..we
bought dumbas
to their envious
neighbors
they will boast
wiping her whiskers
a few drops of tears
their feline friend
their host ,,
dumbass society
they said we hate
it the utmost
