Story Of A Rat

It was just a rat, Favourite of any cat, Small in its appearance, But strong in remembrance. He was too tensed, From past four days I sensed, As he owns a textile, I missed his smile for a while. He hardly had his food at times, Lost in fear and of bad signs, He was much worried, And wished the rat to be burried. He had a good heart, And had to tackle this smart, Though he was sure about his sweat, Still this world has less trust. He tried different ways of setting it out, But very less did it workout. His prayers included the rat, Even in his dreams what he had. It's all creature and creator, The master and the mentor. The rat was found dead the next day, He had peace from the very day. He did nothing to be in regret, And was ready to forget. Smile was on his face, And again life in the race. I learnt one thing, Life is too short and too long, Difference lies in your living, Be it like you or be it like a rat. Dedicated to the owner of the textile. Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S Dated: 23/06/2019