An Unanswered Question - Poem
May 13, 2020
A sunny day was it and on my customary visit to the fair,
Took my child, an innocent guy to help him acquire
Practical experience of buying and selling that require
Knowledge of addition, subtraction and multiplication for
-one to be inspired.
-one to be inspired.
Smart and strong stands there a billy
In a peak hour of the market square stays he lonely,
In his black shiny coat and tiny goatee, looks he stately,
Nimbly moves his head treating customers humanely.
Fastened to a crooked concrete pillar,
Lying across the dirty blind alley in squalor,
That leads to the dim room of the butcher,
Where a dark hefty man waits with a look of sneer.
Tightly tied to the pillar that blocks our fun,’
Asks my child a novice chap of five and I con
To assuage his innocent thought perplexed and stunned.
He is waiting there for his final call,
Till the customers are lured by his black overall,
Replied him holding the tender hand like a closest pal,
And led him on a merry chase to luscious veg mall
Over the barricade of the stall I could see loads
Of customers waiting outside the room with bags they hold,
Like lazy lions in the wild waiting for delectable food
They steal from the strived hunts of devilish fiends.
Witnessing the knackering process of the stern inhumanely acts
That appease the delectation of man that lacks
Compassion – A sudden long scream that blasts
Every ear but the louts around knacker’s, felt not the reverberates that ever last.
With shock and terror the child holds tightly my forearm in the mart
Drops of tears fall from his innocent eyes wet my hand and heart.
Pain, the piercing cry carried through the air made wrinkles on his face and heart .
Pleadingly looks he up at my face and mutely asks ‘from where is that wailing bleat?’
Taking utmost effort to rationalize the ill acts with human maze,
I proceed ‘as in the Animal Planet a prey is caught without a chase,’
He retorts ‘Wild beats are free to flee and seek refuge on their own pace
We’ve seen a lion fends and licks the elk calf of an hour old with humane grace. ‘
I did take my child to enhance his commercialized intelligence
But his intellect guided by his virtuous love rendered him spiritual experience.
In desolation he sallied out a question ‘When will these people shed their savagery?’
I have no answer to his question from my stock of knowledge and experience.
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