Street of Lost Hopes

clicked on the busy street of lost hopes

                                                                                                                               


Fidelity ain't his game
He is a fickle-minded firebrand
Flippant on your existence 
Don't you fall for his feign fervent love
He will turn you into a fiasco
Even before you notice his foible heart
Fortitude for those fracases
Dear cat,
Save yourself from this human world!

.....................Lost Hopes...................


        I was walking on the streets of Mumbai ,lost from the group that I came with, bearing my camera looking around for some inspiration. The Azad maiden was crowded like always, people pulling and pushing ,eating and wasting,screaming and shouting, singing and lovers loving.This place famous for its street food varieties displayed flavored colors of life to me , but what caught my attention was a cat ,looking lost and low. A fat hairy man eating something of reddish -orange fluffy porous cake-like thing which when asked he pointed to a stall and said something that sounded 'khakirhsa' gibberish with all those reddish-orange nameless thing on his mouth. My subject of interest at this moment was standing right next to this hairy-man's hairy legs hoping for at least a piece of this 'khakirhsa' to fall so that it could have first meal of the day , I guessed! The cat was looking so hungry . I moved a little away and sat on a bench waiting for the group that I got lost from. This man ordered something more from a different stall and continued his barbaric way of eating , he couldn't complete his food .  No ,he didn't give the rest  to the cat but threw it near a ' throw here'-kinda place near the stall and by this time he cancelled his other order (may be because it took long or his tummy is filled or he is running late for something) and kicked this cat on his way back running. I saw the cat running to the 'throw-here' side from where he was shoo-ed off by a person in the stall. Like a hopeless hungry man the cat walked a little away still waiting to find something to eat on his way , something to fall from a man's hand ,something to sustain it's life.I would have bought something for it ,if I had any cash. Its' trust on humans was not lost, the cat knows someone would give it a pat or piece of whatever they had. My mind wandering into different thoughts thinking of the difficulties that the animals are facing due to the domination of our existence. Its an understatement if I say that its heart-breaking to see the cruelty that we humans do to other animals on this planet. The rich and cute ones are adopted and loved ,but ever thought about the many that lay on the streets starving .Love,care ,affection are something they are unaware of! They end-up becoming mere lives on the food-chain ,living until they die! 
          
             Now the cats in the fat aunties' home are not all happy too. They are thrown to different hands when fat aunty have travel plans. They are locked up in  four walled rooms when fat aunty is still  rocking her hips on the party floor. And a very few lives a life  that every cats deserves to have.The trust they had is on treacherous people ,let God save them all! 

Now tell me , Who are we to call these cats disloyal! 



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