Poems

Drumsticks of Heaven - A poem on the life of a Chicken, composed by me is pasted below. Hope the underlying message is loud and clear! Let us respect Mother Nature's creations and follow the rules She has propounded. 

Prelude: Killing and eating form a constituent part of Nature, possibly a requirement to balance the system as a whole, lest one species eats away all resources. But what's cruel, is the unnatural man-made ways in which the poor creatures are bred all through to the very end - this really irks.  I do not wish to debate on this. Even as a part vegan, I can feel my nerves repel as I cut the roots of a bunch of spinach or coriander, scrape a carrot or peel an onion. At times, I plant the left-over roots with the shoots back again, praying and hoping it will grow again. I just console myself that probably it lived well and free, at least till the time it was plucked. The rest, of course, is a struggle for survival, we all go through. Eventually, some day, the bacteria, maggots,..., will invade and get us too. Till then, we endeavour and hope to live free. Hope all the others too, are as free, to do the same.