I open the main door
find a cute brown
and white cat cuddling
in my chair
Possessive of the chair
inanimate as it is, I feel at ease
when I sit on it, if anybody
occupies I lose my equanimity,
Before i could chase the
one who has usurped my place.
she jumps and perches on the swing
amused at my panic.
I remove the cushion cover
wash it, place the cushion
in the sunlight, having resolved t
o place the chair in every night,
Incorrigible and mean I am
of late, unable to brook
anyone touching my own, be it chair,
glass, cup, mobile, pen.
what not and what else.
At times. I am ashamed
of being frivolous, securing
the personal items like a child.
Meenas Poems 