Theme: Cruelty

The Butcher's Operation

He kills them one by one 
So cheaply with his cruel hands 
It is his daily job, the butcher. 
From the cote are dragged poor chickens 
Abruptly in their dozing the lucky ones 
Sense the flapping of wings 
May the victims rest in peace. 
Spares none his bloody scalpel 
The meek birds find nothing 
But the hands strong and scary 
Cuddling they groan as in prayer 
To save their flesh sliced with cheer. 
Fast is he in this hunting job 
Neatly to satisfy the waiting eyes 
Eagerly mob him for share 
So many deaths, none seems to care....


More By  :  Moloy Bhattacharya

Views: 1439     Comments: 2

Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks for your comment.

Moloy Bhattacharya
14-May-2013 04:57 AM

Comment Pathetic scene of helpless birds ! Merciless butcher is really an incarnation of Yam ! Sorry for innocents.Thanks.

Nathmal Sharma
13-May-2013 12:04 PM

Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.