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A Humane Animal
by IVNS Raju
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  I am a bull
Once I was able to produce semen tubeful
I was shunted out from a Semen Bank
Now my new lord considers me fit enough
Only for the cart to pull
He gives me these days only his mouthful
As he considers feeding me no more useful

Today my lord has chosen to start early
Selling hey to the needful
He loads the hey cartful
Every day he makes me pull
I go all around the suburbs
That has no source of green fodder

I carry the loads of hay
All through the day
As and when somebody buys a stack
I feel relieved but soon
I find myself burdened
With more hunger as my lord
Hardly gives me any fodder.

I am always in a situation
Where I have the fodder to eat
But consider reaching it a big feat
I am tied to the front of the cart
So that I can not reach the fodder
I just smell it and imagine eating it
I starve day in and day out

When my body gives up
I hear only what my lord shouts
He then stops and gives me
Something to eat and some water to drink.

I do not know how long I can pull this cart
But I consider this as my duty
As I see my lord's kids waiting for
The day's food that my lord brings every day
Only in the evening for his family
For them the day begins with the night.

The only difference I have with my lord
And his family is I remain hungry full day
They are empty stomach half a day.
I still pull the cart As long as I can
Because I am at least useful
Every day for some one
Than being useful only for a day
When I am sent to the slaughterhouse.

Having seen a bull in a real life in Erode Town on 10th May, 2002.
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10/29/2012 03:11 AM




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