Poisoned Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Poisoned
Moves no more the glass bead eye
lies in a frozen stare
arms thrown up to the sky
it lies in silent prayer.
It's too late for its blood in rot
can't reach the god's smallest thought
the putrid flesh on the road red hot
will soon bring the feasting maggot.
Yet it prays if reaches firmament
moves the god to think of its pain
next time he spares it the bitter time spent
doesn't make it a rodent again.
Although I find this poem incredibly sad I'm glad to have come across it. It brings to mind how I've often wondered if there is such a thing as reincarnation, is it possible for animals to be brought back as humans and vice versa? It always makes me feel so sad to see an animal in the road and think of it's horrible ending. An interesting piece you've written here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 2:33:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not a poem to read while having lunch. ha! Nevertheless, so entertaining.