In Show ‘Interval’ the other day; Sundae in cup-cone,
Years passed, when I saw again, in golden clothes!
If I’m not mistaken, as my assumption ne’er wrong,
As if the only Jellicle Cat, that can ever get along!
As BARD said, what’s in a name, which I call Rose?
My shy eyes ne’er looked above, even walking on road;
Yet for a split second, seen universe & the home,
But I couldn’t measure distance how far to go alone!
A day when these words reach in a rhythmic tone,
To the ‘desired ear,’ in light or dark, wherever flown;
And been recognized what I spake herein, in a hope,
That, shalt be understood, why in the form, I wrote!
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026