My Darling…

By Vishakha Sharma

Just the way I like it,

I know he knows.

Even in this winter noon, 

He plays with me in the snow.

He is my sunshine,

His smile has a glow.

He never speaks of love,

But in his actions he does show.

Sometimes he gets annoyed of me,

I know, he knows.

He never like me being clingy,

But still he stays close.

He isn't my lover,

Nor my father, no none of that. 

He is my furr-ever friend,

My darling sweet cat.

By Vishakha Sharma