Bakku Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Bakku
Dear Cousin Mine,
my eyes immediately recognized you,
when you came in the market to purchase me.
I liked my naughty nephew who accompanied you,
and I liked my nieces in beautiful colorful dresses.
My primitive form of communication,
failed to communicate that I am your cousin.
I prayed Almighty,
may my cousin select me and purchase me.
And He listened to my prayers,
You selected and purchased me.
You brought me home to play with your sweet children.
Within a few days I became a family member.
I had never tasted fresh vegetables and delicious fruits,
I had never played football with my brothers and sisters.
I became at home in your lovely house.
The food I got and the games I played,
started evolving my primitive communication.
I showed my pleasure in various ways.
I stood on my back legs on the grills of the windows,
I watched television and liked it.
In the evening when I went for a walk in the garden,
with my friendly boyfriend and colorful girlfriends.
Life became love for me.
I noticed my communication has started evolving,
I found myself communicating my feelings and my sentiments,
in my better and meaningful expressions.
I thought my love has brought me in a paradise
and here I shall live forever with the Angels and the Fairies.
I started understanding your words,
I remembered the beautiful name Bakku,
given by my lovely friends to me.
But the day on that I was about to speak,
the conventional words,
I love you,
you came with a sharp knife and slaughtered me!
A wonderful poem on love and life! Loved reading it.....10
For life doing something good loving in every step for present and future is well done, ...... a good poem shared, thanks for sharing the poem with us
I cannot begin to imagine what goes through a goats 'mind'. Perhaps we anthropomorphize other animal life forms. In the moment, when I am hungry; I'll eat a hot-dog without considering from whence it came. Except for some fish, and vegetables; I have never killed that which I have consumed. Some cultures use cats and dogs; some insects. How can one differentiate, and on what basis? A poem that has obviously made me think!
Something I have oft pondered. I like meat; but I also like vegetables. Both are forms of life; as am I. Life can be defined as an act of consumption. Some forms need not feed on 'life' to live. Most life preys on its own kind to survive. If we could exist, simply by metabolizing atmospheric atoms and molecules, instead of digesting organic matter, the population of consuming entities would eventually overwhelm available space.
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I remembered the beautiful name Bakku, given by my lovely friends to me. But the day on that I was about to speak, the conventional words, I love you, you came with a sharp knife and slaughtered me! ........so touching with a nice theme. We feed goat in love and at last we go with a sharp knife to slaughter it, what a treacherous deed we do? Beautifully penned.