The Escape Goat - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
My mother was dead when I was born.
You purchased me and brought me at your home
your wife always treated me like her son
and your son always loved me as his younger brother.
I was grown in your arms being fed through bottles.
Your home was my home and it's still my home.
You helped me when there were alternates of your help.
Today, I direly need you my father!
I don't know why my mother has turned his tearful eyes
and why my brother has brought me under the knife of a butcher.
Where are you in this time of need?
The butcher has cut my throat veins
In that your love was circulating as blood.
Your love is now scattered on the soil
darkness is increasing
I am feeling pains in breathing.
You always loved me and when I really needed your love
you are not here.
Master Oh My master! Where are you?
A man in a white gown came out from CCU,
and informed, "The patient is now out of danger."
The master is now living a life of his dearest goat
every heart beat and every breath
makes him more and more indebted of an escape goat.
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