Bull Fighting Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

Looking back is not the rule
Running faster and taking risk
Gives pleasure in bullfighting

When I was learning to walk
My childhood kicked me
On my back to run faster
The fear of fall
Encouraged me to climb a tall tree
And all of a sudden
From the shoulder of my father
I was thrown into a rushing river

Furiously I beat the stream
With my hands and legs
And the river taught me
How to swim

Then I learned how to wake up
From a deep sleep
Like a rising sun out of the sea
And learned also to die
Like a setting sun
Smiling behind the hill

I love but trust not books
They inspire though but fall short
When a problem overtakes me

Standing on the head of Himalaya
When I shake hands
With the silence of the sky
I see life at its full vigour
When death stands just by its side
And very often it kicks on my back
To run faster
To see itself leggings behind.