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



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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