Kushal Poddar writes

January Purring

On the third date of January
I stared at the cat's eyes
to look into the heart
of the yesterday's fish's unfulfilled desire.

Cold came. Cold left.
Cold returned. By then
its existence needs no excuse;
its disappearance needs no attention.

I softly stroke
the neck of the new year
for a soft purring.
It blinds itself with pleasure.

Two-Faced Cat -- Anoushka Das