The Prattled Panchavarna Parrot Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

The parrot prattled
The mass and the elite
Gathered around.
The parrot uttered:
My message is as old as the hills
But one and all found it,
Uphill task while trying to
Emulate Truth
They listened and listened
The parrot treated all alike,
Said, all are leaves of the same tree
The parrot was true to its prattle:
My life is my message
Simple for ears
Beyond grasp and grip
In real living
One day cat emerged
And sneaked
Frenzied and fanatic
Crafty and cunning
The cat snatched the parrot
Alas! a victim that wore
The look assumed the five varnas
(colours of fivefold caste)
The panchavarna parrot of
The Sanadana clan.
The parrot that try to unite,
Ignite the fire of brotherly love
Finally fallen a prey helpless
On the land tarnished with
Violence and duality.