Unseen Sobbings - Poem by LISY KURIAKOSE
Looking so tired,
Merging the whole world's pity,
Poor cattle are hobbling aimless,
Being ignorant about the travel to the silent world.
No kingdom, no protection,
Dumb and unaware about their in vain birth,
No vigour, but pain shadowed in the eyes,
Do we care? Of course not:
Why? They are for austerity.
Among them who is slightly healthy,
Diverted from the line for a greenish tip,
Suddenly, a long stick is whirled in the air,
Ha! A loud flash on the back.
Tear drops, reflect a river of sorrows,
Waging tails, fighting against whistling flies,
Dragging the hooves, a step forward,
Where? to escape from butcher's knife.
No, absolutely not, but to become a prey,
So painful, and moments of agony pass,
Repeat this process from auld lang syne,
To be appeared in the form of delicious dishes.
We enjoy in the calm and musical delight,
Demand more for stomach full,
No gratitude, no pricking conscious,
Hoity-toity prances and over rules,
Dumb cries vanish behind the curtains.
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