The Killer ElephantThe Killer Elephant
The mahout and an elephant
Moves through the lanes….
And earns bread of his life
Holds the pride of a land
Towards temple gently they walk
Theologians praise customs.
In the festival lights,
Music, drums, and triumphs
Many crowded with prayers,
Nearby shops with toys
Colorful balloons holding kids.
Frying nuts in pan sounds
The elephant waves its ears
Shakes its head and tail, majestically walks
The mahout pats its ivory tusk
Then cuts and keep palm leaves in the trunk.
In the spectacular festive days
Around midnight, they merely take rest.
While the damn crackers smash
The gigantic animal trumpeted
In a jolt the mahout crushes
Under the legs splitting the skull
Blood scatters in its tusk
An elephant in chains becomes the killer.
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