Lamb. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

It was an offspring,
Gentle, palyful,
Not knowing it's fate,
To be cut a few days
Or a few years later,
Yet it's genleness,
Playfulness uncomarable,
Eating small leaves,
Drinking from it's mother's
Udders, always running about,
Life was sheer pleasure,
As it to say, we must
Learn from it's innocence,
Happiness unbound,
Never leaving the side
Of it's mother, like
The way babies of our own,
But tsking a longer time
To grow up unlike the lamb.

Ravikran Arakkal.