Think Poem by dr. ram sharma
Think
THINK
I don`t know,
Why men kill and then decorate animals,
In their drawing room,
There are horns of stag,
Feathers of peacocks,
Skins of tigers or lion,
Head of a deer,
I don`t know,
Why, animals are brutally killed,
Only to be decorated,
Are living animals,
Are not more lovely and lively,
To be decorated,
Think! think! think!
Before they disappear
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