Human-Meat Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

A young vulture said it's mother,
'I like to have human-meat'
The mother vulture brought cow-meat
And gave it to her child
The little vulture tasted it and said,
'It's cow-meat mother, I will not have it.
Bring human meat for me.'

Next day the mother vulture
Brought fresh pig-meat
And gave it to the little vulture
The little vulture tasted and said,
'It's pig-meat mother, I don't like it.
Bring human-meat for me.'

The vulture dropped the cow-meat
In a Hindu Temple
And the pig-meat in the Muslim Mosque.

Next day morning
The mother vulture
Brought plenty of human meat
The little vulture tasted it and said,
'Yes mother, it's human-meat.
Fresh and very tasty.
But how you managed so much? '

The mother vulture said,
'It's very easy.
If you like to have human meat any time
Just drop a cow-meat in a Hindu temple
And a pig-meat in the Masjid
In a black out night
silently
Next day you will find
Hundreds of human bodies
on the road.

(Wild Flowers)