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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 and roots back again, praying and hoping they will grow again. I just console myself that probably these veggies lived well and free, at least till the time they were plucked. The rest, of course, is a struggle for survival, we all go through. Some time or the other, the bacteria, maggots,..., will invade and get us too, and eventually reduce us to clay. Till then, we endeavour and hope to live free. Hope and pray all the others too, are as free, to do the same.
The Proxy War: This is a poem that depicts the plight of a protective parent, when his/her child appears for a crucial test or examination. The settings are typically Indian, where "tough" is a mild word when it comes to competing for admissions to higher studies and jobs!
(मुस्कुराते रहो) Keep Smiling: A smile on your face, almost always lights up those around you. So, keep smiling and spread some happiness, as you time travel on planet Earth! Well, that's what my Mom used to comment, looking at my stern face.
"Here at the frontier, there are falling leaves.
Although my neighbours are all barbarians,
And you, you are a thousand miles away,
There are always two cups on my table."
Poem from T'ang Dynasty.
Here is the rejoinder to the poem from the T'ang Dynasty
Life's like a day
Where you are born at dawn,
The breakfast rejuvenates you
to cope with your environment
To toil hard.
A brunch breezes thro' unnoticed.
Soon its lunch time
By then some dreams are achieved while many are dead.
Beyond noon, life becomes a struggle to catch up on others.
By tea time you realize the fallacies in life.
Its time to consolidate,
To introspect and alter course.
Placing these two cups on the table
Filled with hot brimming brew
Waiting for them loved ones to come back to you.
This wait seems so long an' arduous.
By dusk, it is only one's patience and perseverance
That keeps that glow of hope from extinguishing.
By night, the brew is cold and the warm lips that were to kiss them
Are still yet to come!
Later at night
when my lips grow cold
The futility of having laid these cups, dawns.
And that's when the commensal barbarians transmute and invade
And send me to my eternal home!
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When this rejoinder was written, I must have been somewhere near the 10th line.
At the time of posting this, methinks I surpassed the 17th one! 🫠
Not sure where I will be, when you read this! 😶🌫️
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