Friend, Are You Left Alone In The Forests? O, Fox, Running Away! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O, fox, small and sly,
Running away this eve,
On seeing me,
Stop, stop you
And say,
How are you
In this world of man,
The woods cut down and cleared
And you living on the carcase
Thrown off
And feeding on
The municipality garbage heaps
Which do contain in
contaminated foods
Telling upon your lives badly
And during the cold waves,
You giving away,
Dying poor deaths!

My dear friend,
Lonely fox,
How feeble have you grown,
How frail and weakling,
smelling from the burrows,
Targeting the things
At dark,
Lying in hunt
To attack the strayed and masterless
Cattle,
The sheep and the goats,
The fowls
Or sometimes frightening
The small boys and girls
On the way
As the stray dogs do,
Btu an animal wild and tameless are you
That I know it well!

Once upon a time
Lived you in the forests
With the tigers
And the lions
And the cheetahs,
The vultures
And the kites
And the hawks,
The hanumans
And the monkeys,
The black bears
And the porcupines
And the pigs
And the deer
And the hedgehogs
And the pythons,
But now
How,
How lonely are you,
Poor fox,
How,
How lonely are you
Poor fox!