But I see a cat (!) She is sleeping.
Now, a man enters. He walks into the poet’s grave chamber. He joins his palms and murmurs a… prayer perhaps. He sits down on the marble floor and arranges the flowers on Ghalib’s grave. He holds the tombstone in his arms and sings a verse by… Ghalib, perhaps.
A few minutes pass.
Now, he gets up and leaves.
The place is again empty. Except for the cat. She is still asleep. It is a beautiful moment.
(A found poem; found here)