The Solitary Days
Shivalal Dahal
Kentucky, USA
The brown, the dark, the one with Zebra Stripes
–these cats, the stray cats-I give the name wild cats
They come to greet me, outside the door
Whenever I come out of the apartment
They await my arrival to welcome back
I like them, I would embrace them but I cannot
They run- in the winter snow or chill
My friends, my neighbors in the solitude-
Don’t fear, I adore you but I cannot take you inside either
My daughter-she wants some friends
O cats! don’t run-
But when I take her near, she fears, so the cats
My daughter-she wants some friends
O birds ! don’t run-
But when she runs to hold them, they fly off-
I see birds- I don’t know their names
I see trees- I don’t know their names
I see people- I cannot talk to them
Many things-undefined and segregated
I live the solitude in the multitude-
No people, no tress, no roads, no bushes-familiar
Solitude- the devil
How you bore Crusoe?
Its killing me, so terrible –
Jan 2014