Rewriting Teachers Day Poem by Upendra Majhi

Today is the goatmeat day in the village,
We children could smell it,
went out to outskirt, the place of kill,
here comes the butcher.dragging the creature,
a white black male goat,
wearing a lungi folded tight
and scapel stuck behing waist,
he tied the goat to tree
and beckoned all kids to go away,
we moved to a distance,
He sharpened scapel in the wood,
we watched every movement of his,
He looked here, there, untied goat and pulled
it to behind the thick tree,
to make the slay unvisible to us,
goat released the last bleat, goodbye to all,
the butcher took out scapel and beheaded the goat,
head falling on the ground, he fell on torso
to prevent it sprint away,
blood sprinkling from its neck to butcher's face,
He peeled it off, cut limbs into pieces
and made several shares,
Each big share Rs.5 and small Rs 2.50.
He sold share by share, put money in lungi pocket,
some notes in both his ears,
he even smoked bidi,
we took small share,
when it became late night,
grudgingly we cooked it
in earthen utensil with ginger and hotspice
and ate with rice
in plantain leaf,
Mom did not eat,
Next day Monday I went to school,
my teacher was teaching a topic,
whom does the swan belong to?
to Debdutta, who grounded it with arrow,
or to Gautam, who nourished it to life,
I was looking through the window,
at a bird flying from branch to branch,
Teacher asked me tell me Upendra,
I had already guessed the question,
and prepared the answer before watching,
based on sunday's butcher's money in his lungi pocket and ears
I said Debdutta that infuriated him,
He brought two long thick canes,
caned me for twenty minutes or more,
two canes broke on my back,
My back profusely bleeding and with swollen red crosses,
I returned home,
my mom saw my back and applied medicinal plant
from'orchard's fence.