My Dogs
How happy my dogs are to find a tree.
Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee.
They are a disciplined crew.
All three line up in a queue.
When they are done, a flowing stream you’ll see!
My Cat
I have a pet, a little tabby cat
She likes to curl inside my frilled brown hat
She has bristle like whiskers
Not strong as that of tuskers
In daylight she sprawls on my woolly mat
Caught in turmoil of tumults five
That life faces from senses naive:
Deer, mesmerized by magic of sweet sound,
Tuskers, by titillating sexual heist,
Moths, maddened by the sight of fire around,
Fish, by meagre morsel of taste,
And bees beguiled by floral smell—
Why? Rings to me no causal bell,
Why are males consumed in sense-soaking spell?
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Translations (Sanskrit) | 02.05.2026 | madness/mystic/magic, music, senses, rhyme
Note: This verse as under is often quoted in Indian music treatises:
Lost in music deer are often caught unaware by the hunter, elephants lost in the madness of mating, moths attracted by flares of fire, fish when bite the morsel in bate, and bees lured by flowery fragrance. Here is the transliteration of the Sanskrit verse:
Shabda aadibhih panchabhih eva pancha
panchatvam apuh svagunaih nirbaddham |
Kuranga maatanga patanga meena bhringaa
narah panchbhih ranchitah kim ||
kuranga= deer, maatanga= elephant, patanga= moth, meena= fish, bhringa= bee
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Leaving their land of birth
Lions, sages, tuskers go far,
There and there die in home and hearth--
Crows, cowards, herbivores as are.
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Sanskrit Translation | 18.01.2026 | birth, brave, far, home/hearth, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. The brave and brave-hearts venture far from their place of birth and prosper. Those fearful that not, die there and there. The beasts of hunting so brave command lager territories. Those eager to learn go far and get more knowledge and wisdom (sat-purushhaah). Travel was the way in olden days.
Deshan utsrjya gacchanti
sinhaah sat-purushaah gajaah |
Tatra eva nidhanam yaanti
kaakaah kaa-purushaah mrgaah || Subhaashhitam ||
I’m like, “Yo!”,
and he’s like, “Woh!”,
and I’m like, “Good to meet,”
and he’s like, “Yeah, real neat,”
and I’m like, “Jungle sucks,”
and he’s like, “It’s big bucks,”
and I’m like, “It’s the pits,”
and he’s like, “What a ditz!”,
and I’m like, “Where’s the beer?”,
and he’s like, “Why you here?”,
and I’m like, “I got sent,”
and he’s like, “Excellent!”,
and I’m like, “Let’s shoot pool,”
and he’s like, “That’s way cool,”
and he’s like, “You from Alaska?”,
and I’m like, “Nah – Nebraska”,
and he’s like, “Go Huskers!”,
and I’m like, “No tuskers?”
and he’s like, “Had a cull, for food”,
and I’m like, “Radical, dude
I am a cute little pussy cat
I love to lie on my mama’s cot
I always chase the ugly rat
That comes to gnaw at my master’s hat
I wear a striped coat of fur
When I relax, my tail I stir
You know it is milk, I prefer
You can hear me sing a refrain- ‘purr’?
On my face I have pointed whiskers
But nothing as those of the tuskers
Sharp are my ears, that I catch all whispers
I have claws as piercing as pincers
Everywhere I freely wander
When I am at rest I always ponder
When pulled down from the border
I land on my legs, a real wonder
By nature I am very cool
But don’t take me to be a fool
Some see me as a ball of wool
Fish often makes my mouth drool
I am everybody’s darling pet
Those who see me give a gentle pat
None can hate me, I shall bet
At night I wander like a bat
I have a pair of gleaming eyes
They are of the shade of blue skies
When I meow, each rat in terror flies
Among cats and mice, there’s no compromise
June.4. 2022
~Placed Second~
Personification- Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
I am a little tabby pussy cat, my master dearly calls me 'Paulette'
I chase the ugly rat that comes to gnaw at my master's hat
On my face I have pointed whiskers, but nothing as those of the tuskers
With ears sharp I catch all whispers, have claws as piercing as pincers
I am my master’s pet, he often pats me calling me 'cute little Paulette'
But my master’s jealous dog, 'Tiger' is my enemy , that I always forget
Once, in pitch darkness, as I was roaming freely, saw a pair of gleaming eyes
Never knew, 'Tiger' would jump upon me in ambush and attack me fierce
Badly hurt, when I meowed aloud, my master came flying like a bullet
In anguish he cried, “What harm has been done to you, my poor Paulette?”
Poetry Contest- Paulette-1
Sponsor - Julia Ward
Tortured, the mute cries......
dead Elephant, tuskers removed.....
the agony of cut Trees .......
I’m like, “Yo!”,
and he’s like, “Woh!”,
and I’m like, “Good to meet,”
and he’s like, “Real neat,”
and I’m like, “Jungle sucks,”
and he’s like, “It’s big bucks,”
and I’m like, “It’s the pits,”
and he’s like, “What a ditz!”,
and I’m like, “Where’s the beer?”,
and he’s like, “Why you here?”,
and I’m like, “I got sent,”
and he’s like, “Excellent!”,
and I’m like, “let’s shoot pool,”
and he’s like, “Way cool,”
and he’s like, “You from Alaska?”,
and I’m like, “Nah – Nebraska”,
and he’s like, “Go Huskers!”,
and I’m like, “No tuskers?”
and he’s like, “Had a cull – food”,
and I’m like, “Radical, dude.”
1.
An irascibelephant whom no-one could trust
Had a whim to run amok, or bust!
Though roundly condemned by his peers as a skunk,
From interception they’d cowardly shrunk,
Saying simply, “Old boy, if you musth, then you musth!”
2. Elephants have as a favourite pursuit
A fondness for tasty doum palm fruit,
Though when of this delight they are sated,
The tuskers can become quite inebriated,
And stagger home in enormous wobbly-boots!
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