CELINA She sat there, gazing at her coat, Her vanity. She saw a flea, and harmed it not, Her charity. She hadn’t a mirror to look at, ‘twas a pity. Everyone seeing her exclaims, She’s very pretty. Her Her Her Her
eyes – embedded emeralds. feet – softy velvets. ears – beautiful sculptures. voice – murmur of rivulets.
Her hair, Oh! Threads of gold. She’s young. She’s very bold. Watch her move. Oh! She slips. Those beautiful teeth, Those curled lips! Watch her babies, Under the wood. The tender feminine, The motherhood.
Look here’s her Tom. A devoted wife. Here witness this, A virtuous life. And if you don’t know, Please do know that. She’s none but Celina. Celina, my favorite cat. -- TARUN KUMAR 15 AUG 2004.