The Last Supper

I saw an abandoned kitten on the road yesterday
With bones sticking out, one eye almost closed
Feeding on a dead Lizard, on teh brink of death
Must have been hungry, the little one.
Couldn't stop chewing...

And Today, I saw him lying dead. At peace!
What he called the Last Supper, all alone.
I started wondering how cruel it is.
Was it hunger that killed him?
Or was it the food he so dearly ate?
Nevertheless, he doesn't have to suffer anymore I said to myself
I stayed there for a moment. I don't know why, but it felt sad. 

Hunger caused him pain, which lead him to the food
Happy he felt, happily slept.

The morning was calm, most streets empty
And I saw this old woman walking towards an Idol of Ganesh
bringing with her a few biscuits to feed a stray dog
Then lighting the candle in-front of the Idol
Praying for a few minutes

Then came a man, complaining about working on a festival day
Cleaning the sewers while most of us were preparing for the celebration
Or may be still lying in our beds, dreaming.

It was calm, for some reason. It felt sad.
A man struggling to feed his family,
A woman praying to a random idol and feeding a stray dog
A dead kitten, laying there in peace after the last supper

The struggle of life, the cycle it imposes on us

We borrowed the Soul from above
We borrowed the body from dust
We are just a conscience created during our stay
Nothing but a conscience.