Half-Life

Schrödinger’s Cat
Looks around curiously.
Its fate uncertain but it cares not
For it’s unaware of its gravity.

Schrödinger’s Cat
It meows and yawns
And lays its head down.
Lush black fur, trimmed with care.
He slips into a slumber.

Schrödinger’s Cat
Will he die?
Or will he hold onto his nine lives?
Nobody knows, until
The observer takes a peek.

Curiosity killed the cat, they say.
Was he ever even that curious?
He was trapped in a box,
With not much else
And nowhere to wander away.

Schrödinger’s Cat
The observer saw
Sleeping soundly.
His spirit in peace
Free from the bounds
Of the cold hard earth
That gifted him cruelty.

He had a chance, they say,
Fifty-fifty - to pass on or to survive.
Till the lid was popped
He was half alive.
Or so the science said.
It wasn’t his fault, definitely not.
Nor of the observer’s eye.

Tis but a twist of fate, just that
Nothing to do about it.
His spirit passed on,
Peacefully I hope.
All we can do is pray.

Schrödinger’s Cat
We say goodbye.
We bid farewell
With tears in our eyes.
But we forget him next day
And go on with our lives.
Like nothing ever happened.
It’s as if he never existed.

It’s okay. Life goes on.
The tides of time
Wait for none.
I just hope that
Schrödinger’s Cat
Is remembered sometimes
By someone.

Sheikh Saad