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In self proclaimed righteousness
I have made divisions
In the world of nature
Things which are beautiful
I have owned as my own
And things which I think
Are ugly
I have placed
On the other side
Who shall decide what things are good
And what bad
And some poor animals
Animals like wolves, foxes and jackals
And mosquitoes
Don’t they have compassion
Will not someone teach them good behavior
Where is that harmony in nature then
When I have already declared
Good and bad
When they know not
Did not Cleopatra used
Cobra’s venom
As a remedy for her sickness
Of love
Protect the poor animals
Stop hounding the lions
Let them have their long sleeps
In those shadows
Let the fish breath
Some fresh air in the deep sea
Let’s get silent
For a minute
For the poor donkey
Let’s open the cages
Of those sweet birds
Let’s be animals
Let’s live together with them
And sometimes think with them
Let’s keep away the camera on one side
And the safari cruise
May bring some good news
Without being photographed with giraffe
Or that poor lion cub
Let’s not wear their skins
And eat their flesh
They are
Our oldest friends
Sadiqullah Khan
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