THE WHITE CAT
    A flat   2BHK with an elevator   And a parking space   Maybe a red or black or blue   Car will shine   Under the sun there.   Rushing off in a start   The family is on a trip   With stuffed lions and dogs   Visible from the tiny window   On the car’s back.       A child’s hand would hold them   One by one   And twist theirs ears and pull their tails   Kicking her feet, she wails   For her phone   Maybe her Appa would reprimand   Maybe her Amma would cajole   But they would soon give in   Choosing to ride in peace       The long trip ends with   The battery dead   The long, long day ends with the sunset   Chicken and soda on the table   Fading away through the city lights   The child dreams in colours and noises       The car is parked inside   The perfect yellow square   Their footsteps vanish into the air   The last of arguments die   The lights are turned off   The door is locked   The perfect house is complete       But the earth beneath the car   Knows a...