Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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They were wholesomely innocent; not entangled in any


discrepancy of spurious religion whatsoever, 


 


They didn't need any wealth to live; harmlessly


replenishing their innocuous stomachs; with Nature's


bountiful endowment, 


 


They hadn't a single cloth on their heavenly bodies; 


yet handsomely managed their survival; without


infiltrating the slightest into your conventional society, 


 


They safeguarded your possessions like an invincible


fortress; while you slept in the untamed luxury of


opulent wine and seductive vixen, 


 


They were bereft of a name; yet attended to the most


infinitesimal of your command; by whatever prefix; 


that you chose to call them, 


 


They gave the most exhilarating rides to your children


on their bare backs; at times wincing tumultuously


under the pain; while your kin had the time of their lives, 


 


They galloped like a profusely embellished prince


through the spiraling hills; timidly retreating back


as the Sun transcended beyond the ethereal horizons, 


 


They harbored a festoon of poignant empathy in their


eyes; feeling devastatingly distraught as man killed


man; for power, 


 


They frolicked playfully under the enchanting moon; 


cuddling their young ones securely to their womb, 


 


They had an astounding prowess of smell; at times


wholesomely depending upon it to find their way; as


their sight blinded in the most tenaciously brilliant


of sunshine, 


 


They splashed every dawn under rejuvenating waterfalls


of the mountains; yielding you frosty milk for your


appetizing breakfast, 


 


They imitated you at sporadic occasions; triggering


you to have the most wholehearted laugh of your lives, 


 


They wagged their tails in ecstatic jubilation witnessing the revered grace of their master; irrespective of the fact that he belted out his frustration of the day; ruthlessly on their nimble hindsides, 


 


They were complete oblivious to vicious circles of


hatred; lies; lecherous ambition; confronted each


moment of life as it came; with ardent simplicity in


their bodies, 


 


They soared like a king amidst the celestial clouds; 


rendering you their salubrious eggs; even before they


had hatched, 


 


They had not the slightest of moral education; yet


sacrificed their lives for their soldiers; in the


acrimonious battlefield of war, 


 


And they had a heart more passionately throbbing than


their human counterparts; weeping and profoundly


lamenting the loss of their loved ones, 


 


They were barbarically called; Chickens, Pigs, Dogs, 


Cats, Cows, Birds, Monsters, Wolves, Rabbits; Mice; 


Ants and Frogs, 


 


With people cutting; roasting; slaughtering; 


strangulating; consuming; them for their daily meals; 


as they still showered their blessings to all living


kind, 


 


Therefore it is my plea to all you humans out there; 


don't give them any status in your monotonous society; 


but at least can you stop killing animals.



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