I plead with you, sir, while you circle,
around my mother who is frightened, but not a coward,
When you carry me to greater height,
And put me on the branch of not velvet,
Please don’t poke my stomach to suck out,
What I had eaten and it may make me to cry loud,
Don’t snap my young joints to crunch the bones,
Don’t hold my feathers tight with your powerful claws,
Just keep my neck in between your razor sharp beaks,
Kill me first and have your feast in delight,
While my painless soul watches you in disguise,
Make your dinner out of my tender meat at sunset.
Wonderful poem with pleading chick, Kill me first and have your feast in delight! I get tears in my eyes!
Painful plead of a chick! heartbreaking! Sadly eagles do not heed to cries of the weak neither do humans. First one kills for hunger, the second kills for pleasure. Worst of its kind. So sensitive and good write.
A Beautiful write Veeraiyah. Pleas of innocent victims is heard through out the poem..Loved it..
that's a wonderful way, Veeraiyah, to look at it from the victim's side! the sad pleading too is not lost.
The heart rending plea of a small chick to the predator eagle! It can be interpreted as the helpless cry of all innocent victims struggling under the talons of evil! ! A great write! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The plead is heartrending. Powerfully delivered. Thank you.