Posted by : RioZee Friday, April 19, 2013

I, a baby cow,

Always happy in the barn,

Knew not why all my brethren,

Were pale, aghast,

The air tense, knew not the game,

Necks roped in pairs,

I was compelled to walk,

The hot turf of charcoal,

Towards a destination unknown,

Two three demons with sticks,

Thrashing upon our backs,

With the force inhuman,

The long tiring stretch,

The reward, the liberation,

Blood spilled all over with a stench,

A freedom from all the bodily pains,

Ohh human, should I not thank,

For, How should I leave my kindness.

(Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 - 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge

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  1. Jar doodh kheye manush boro hoy tar proti onyay ki sojhyo kora jay!
    You picked up a touchy issue :-(

  2. Very sad it is doc. But we all have to live with it. No escape.


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