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poetry journal 🖤
Be a poem..
On a pleasant yet sunny September afternoon, after a dreadful 3 hours of writing my exam of finance. All my thoughts were just about reaching my not-so-amusing rented apartment, which is basically a 7-storeyed building giving me sorry vibes. And like every other day, I had boarded the local bus from my University to the bus stop just outside my residential colony. The bus ride just like always was approximately 10 minutes long till I reached my destination.
As soon as I got off the bus, I remembered that there wasn’t any milk left at my place for me to go and make myself a strong cup of filter coffee. So I made my way towards the departmental store inside my residential colony bought myself 2 packets of cow’s milk and made my way towards my building which was at a time distance of 2 to 3 minutes from the store on foot. As I walked my way I wished to not be attacked by those huge monkeys which always haunt us while carrying anything edible from the store. While I was making my way moved cautiously, not making any kind of movements that might attract those nasty creatures’ attention out of their food and toward me. It’s not that I hate monkeys, but it’s just that I have been attacked before and snatched off from them. Ever since then, I have had a phobia of those chattering creatures.
On my way to my building, I heard a faint yet loud and piteous sound of a kitten meowing which was then overpowered by the loud, echoing sound of a dog barking. At first thought, it didn’t strike me to be true, and thought of it as though my ears were ringing due to sleep depreciation. Then I heard it again, this time I was sure it wasn’t some games played by my mind. It felt more like it was a plea to seek aid and was directed toward me. My feet started moving vigorously to the source of the sound and there in an isolated corner completely camouflaged in the surroundings of the dry waste piled up there, was a frail tri-colored kitten. Which was attempting to hide from a big brown healthy stray dog, which was barking at it.
Looking at it I just couldn’t stop myself or rather better said that my body just acted instantaneously, that I stepped in-between and gathered the courage to shoo the dog away. After which I carefully went towards it making sure I didn’t scare it more than it was. Once I was close enough and knew it was not so frightened as before, I picked it up to get a proper look at the poor little thing and to check for any visible injuries. Luckily there weren’t any, but I could easily make out that it was less than a month old for sure and was very weak. It looked like it had been starving for a long time now.
So I decided to take it home and I recalled that I had a packet of kitten wet food there. I picked it up as carefully as possible but still, it was meowing as loud as its little body could. It meowed till I reached my place where it got its wet food, which it ate happily, and two souls who made it feel like it found a place to call home.
Poetry.existentialepitome 
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