Butcher's Butcher Poem by Sathya Narayana

After that
she didn't see
nor heard of them;
her father, mother, sisters and brothers.
Polaiah must have sent them
to some greener pastures
with tasty grass in abundance
and sweet waters copious!
But she loved Polaiah,
his bushy mustache and busy hand wielding that broad knife.
She often looks at her image
in that shiny steel
with sparkling sharp edge.
'This is the tool divine that sent my kith and kin to salvation! '
She hopes to meet them one day through that tool divine...yes the butcher's knife!
.......................
Polaiah was always fascinated by
that large hoarding in the street.
His favourite leader with one hand raised up greeting the people and
the other hand indicating the mark of his party...
with broad smile, almost looking like a God!
'Yes! He will solve all my problems! '
- - - - - - -
On that morning Polaiah's
honed blade separated the goat's head.
In the afternoon
he went to the polling booth and cast his vote.