My donkey can speak and he has forgotten to bray like others
I tell him to speak about these times
And he speaks like a god of our yesterdays.
He nods his head all the while and silences my ‘nays’
My donkey speaks about the sin and salvation,
He speaks about the quakes and storms and
They are there in his store for the rest of his species.
There is a sinister look on his face that is fierce too
My donkey looks philosophical at times, I bet
And he says he has to speak about the future too.
He now speaks about a life that sans hunger and thirst
And a life wherein an empire of eternity awaits all
A few braying donkeys walk towards my gate
He sees them and chases them out crying, ” Idiots”.
When the sun sets over my home too, I tell my donkey
To bray for a while and to sleep for the whole night
I recollect from the pages of a book long forgotten
And Snowball and Napoleon relegate into animals in uniform.
If my donkey still goes for a speech tomorrow as well
I am sure I will find a speech therapist to reverse the case.
Hahaha witty! The more philsophical, the more hillarious it got. Hahaha chasing his brothers calling them idiots, for ruining his dreams.. Yummy I love the taste of bitter sweet. Great poem, it made my day, thank you!
are you telling abouut whom? few days back a post appeared on my face book, 'donkeys r in danger ' as a joke i commented how many now reqd. but just below i complied the fact. but here donkey for what? but a beautiful write.
The Donkey here is the symbol of this Hippocratic world.The perfect blending of magical realism in poem.Great write.thanks.jk
A satire and a reminder of Animal Farm..........brilliant.I invite you to read my poems and rate them.Thanks.
Dear Ramesh Rai sir, I have written about a donkey and by turn he may next write about me.... ha ha ha Thank you for sharing your views.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, I like it and its writing .