© AarBee
i am not much of a birthdays’ person
i don’t remember mine
born within the hallowed grounds of bangalore’s very own sai baba
i was free as a bird
a month or two must have passed
when endo-parasites got the better off me
i wasn’t particularly bothered
but a couple of strange looking humans were
they took me to a local government employed vet
he turned out to be a quack (two weeks and no improvement, i say)
a private one, on the other hand, treated in four days flat
all this, in the confines of the humans’ flat
it’s been a while, more than many moons i’m sure
that i’ve stayed confined with these folks
i did get lonely at first, but now there’s company
and although i continue to yearn to run free
i’ve grown pretty accustomed to home cooked food
