In A Poultry Farm Poem by cherassery damodaran binish

It was a laziness when i broke
The shell of my egg, the first wonder
Tiny shells all around me, and a flock
With their babbling, where to wander?

Food was plenty and all were happy
And in a rejoice i felt pampered
But all on a sudden, a sound made floppy
And i found a hen with her neck tampered.

Panic started, and all were running
One by one, when the elders slaughtered
I was weeping, with a face stunning
Alone under a shade, and lingered.

At last it came, a big hand
And swiped the razor, to put my end.