The Mysteries Of Human Nature Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

I read the tale of a falconer,
a Kazakh of more than a hundred years old
from Nick Middleton's great work, 'Silk Road'
which describes some tracts of land
with extreme environments along both sides
of the Super Highway from Lhasa to Europe.
When the falconer passed away,
his eagle flew round his grave for two days
and lay down on it and shed its life.

The dogs also fight till last
to save their masters from their foes.
The wild animals and poisonous snakes,
Pythons and Anacondas are now friends of man.
But the humans strangle their partners,
chop off the heads of their friends,
slit the throat of their parents,
behead the people of other sects,
poison their children and dear ones,
beat to death their lovers
and cut the corpse into pieces,
pack in a suit-case
and put it on the rail track
or hurl into bushes.
Some brutes take the heads by hair
while others carry them on cycles
and place on the table of a police station
and surrender before the shivering Law
to escape the death sentence.
Indian Laws are teethless
and the cops are truthless.
The criminals so visit the prison time and again
as they avail comforts of a mother-in-law's house.
From there they plan and execute murders.
Cells are handy to do business and the bells strike
to signal the supply of peas and mutton.
No one even God could understand
the mysteries of human nature.
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