A Poem Of Flesh And Blood Poem by Ravi Panamanna
A Poem Of Flesh And Blood
A SCENE FROM A CHICKEN CENTRE. IF ALL THESE HELPLESS CREATURES BEGAN TO SPEAK.........
The grills are open
and we are free to escape.
The skies are open
and we are free on our wings.
But we are flightless,
we are on the passage of twilight.
Squeals from behind shatter our dreams,
our friends are strangled to death.
An escape is a vain attempt;
we are living within a tempest.
The butcher's knife is on the go
and the imminent truth is very plain.
Any moment the curtains could be drawn,
we are already in the waiting list.
No more moments are glorious for us,
no more dawns are in our reserve.
The buyer's choice finally bangs our doors,
our flesh is measured, price fixed.
A squeal and a breathless moment...,
Our life is drawn by the hungry world.
well you are try to be a poets but, i will tell you to hold your pen of hero very stronge u can write well, second issue, in your english use, you should try you gaze it well.before it you can write it in poets books
suddenly i dont wana eat chicken anymore.. u are a prolific writer.. well done
Excellent poem. Thanks for the invitation to read some of your work.
I'm moved very much....heart stirring...the non-vegetarians must realise...kindly read my poems' ritual ram' and 'there was a rooster in the neighbourhood' on the same subject...thank you10+++++++++++++++++++
I understand this poem Ravi. When I was a little girl I loved our chickens starting with baby chicks by the wood stove. My dad lopped off the heads, my mom plunked them in boiling water and my brother and I pulled off the feathers. A family affair. Thank you for the chicken's point of view. Keep writing and sharing. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
you must be avet sir, aren`t you? you care a lot about animals esspecially which are eaten anyway you explain it well but what are goin to eat better than meat? no body want to die to be eaten even though animals but unfortunately... well done actually
A LIFE IS TAKEN ANOTHER ONE MISTAKEN AND LEAVES YOUR HEART A LITTLE SHAKEN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I saw the title, and thought i was paging into a pre-lent passion poem...but to my surprise...i got a Centre full o' Chickens....Anfd i'm sorry, my friend...but you know what? Brilliant Work....Astute idea....inventive, indeed. Keep that pen pumping! F j R 2009