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Chronic Rest : Sinister Pest
In the poem I've used "A Cat" and "Dogs" as metaphors allegorical for "Us" and "Our Anxieties/Fears" respectively.
Huffing and puffing, enervated by the run,
"Life's a hell", screamed the cat, "sans any fun".
Cause the dogs had chased her all along,
Her determination was tested, she had to be strong.
The dogs had'nt given her any respite,
They followed her endlessly all day and night.
She hid from them, ran through crevices and creeks,
She scampered for food ,did'nt rest for weeks.
Through out her tryst she cribbed and cried,
Always hoping that her aggressors died.
It never occurred to her that she could put up a fight,
Cause she feared that she would succumb to their might.
She entreated for help, from her family and many a friend,
But each cat had its own life to defend.
Every cat was chased by the dogs too,
But no one complained running or being scratched blue.
The cat did'nt see how someone could enjoy,
This ordeal, cause the dogs werent mellow and coy.
All the cat did was to run and hide,
Always on the move, like an errand tide.
Then one day God answered prayers,
He took away the dogs, so no more barks or snares.
Ebullient the cat's joy had no bounds,
No longer running from those savage hounds.
When weeks passed and months they became,
No barking was heard, no dogs ever came.
The erstwhile ecstatic cat was now morose,
Life was so boring and 'REST" became an overdose.
The realization that dawned upon the cat,
Was that she no longer relished the taste of a rat.
She didnt run, she never hid again,
There was no nemesis now, but still she was in pain.
She wanted to run again and missed the dogs,
She longed for hiding in the caverns, wandering in the fogs.
But her yen to see the dogs never got a leeway,
Corpulent, disgruntled, sad she died one day.
Huffing and puffing, enervated by the run,
"Life's a hell", screamed the cat, "sans any fun".
Cause the dogs had chased her all along,
Her determination was tested, she had to be strong.
The dogs had'nt given her any respite,
They followed her endlessly all day and night.
She hid from them, ran through crevices and creeks,
She scampered for food ,did'nt rest for weeks.
Through out her tryst she cribbed and cried,
Always hoping that her aggressors died.
It never occurred to her that she could put up a fight,
Cause she feared that she would succumb to their might.
She entreated for help, from her family and many a friend,
But each cat had its own life to defend.
Every cat was chased by the dogs too,
But no one complained running or being scratched blue.
The cat did'nt see how someone could enjoy,
This ordeal, cause the dogs werent mellow and coy.
All the cat did was to run and hide,
Always on the move, like an errand tide.
Then one day God answered prayers,
He took away the dogs, so no more barks or snares.
Ebullient the cat's joy had no bounds,
No longer running from those savage hounds.
When weeks passed and months they became,
No barking was heard, no dogs ever came.
The erstwhile ecstatic cat was now morose,
Life was so boring and 'REST" became an overdose.
The realization that dawned upon the cat,
Was that she no longer relished the taste of a rat.
She didnt run, she never hid again,
There was no nemesis now, but still she was in pain.
She wanted to run again and missed the dogs,
She longed for hiding in the caverns, wandering in the fogs.
But her yen to see the dogs never got a leeway,
Corpulent, disgruntled, sad she died one day.
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