The Souvenir Poem by Rishi Kaashyap

The Souvenir



"Amidst the mounts
Of Innumerable counts,
Besides the fields
Of Sugarcane yields,
The sky lightly coloured
The road gently curved
Raced past by
Our Old grey car…

Through the country side
Our Route led us…
The breeze with us
A Scent with it
A gentle Morning
Was it not?
The Vibrant rays
Of sunlight warm,
Made a serene touch.

A peaceful village
Was how it was.
Happy-go-lucky
People there were.
Such a Pleasant
Day it was…

Huts and Farms
Were common there,
Cattle and chicken
Roamed here and there.
Through that village,
Raced past by
Our old grey car.
In which I lay
With a fixed eye.

Looking at the sky's
Farthest point
I lay in my car…
For Wondering I was
What life could be…?
Births and Deaths
Success and failure
Is it all?

I kept thinking
Until a cry
Jerked me tight!

A cow it was
From far away
Strangely falling…
As I neared,
A gentle calf
I found it to be…

She was DYING….

Totally helpless,
She lay on the road,
Gasping for breath
Its body paralyzed.

I felt sad…
Deeply depressed
Again I thought!
What life could be…?
Births and Deaths
Food and Shelter
Is it all?

Looking at the cow
I diverged…
Deep into philosophy

From all sides
Came streaming folks
With woeful cries…
Towards the calf
Then later did I know
That the dying calf,
Was the temple Gau

Months ago
Was it donated there
It did its work
And lot more there!

Near the calf
Went the Gwalin..
Her eyes red,
And full of tears

Amidst the chaos
My wandering mind
Made me restless…
I looked far in despair
And I Only then
Found a Cobra
Coiled near a den!
Its scales of Golden tint,
Stained red Of blood
Near its anterior end…
For once I Knew
What it had done…

For me then,
Shame
Was that King Cobra
With its folding Hood
Close to the grassy ground
Killing a Holy calf

The Gwalin…
About to touch the calf

NO! ! I warned
For I knew the reason
Behind the mysterious fall…

The volume of the cries
In a jiffy raised.
The Gwalin turned,
Her teary eye
Searching the refusing Voice

I showed her
The coiled Cobra…

More worse,
The scene got!
Sticks and rocks were ready
In the arms of emotional men
Ready in their arms,
For a BRUTAL KILL.

The Gau was holy,
Yes I knew…
I also knew
That killing a serpent
Is like cursing yourself…

I turned Quickly,
Passed my thought instantly
To my driver beside,
He rushed out then,
Held the men,
The Violent ones
To delay the Kill
To just DELAY the kill…

The serpent quickly crawled and hid.

The innocent Gau,
Her eyes longing for aid
Looked up at the Gwalin
For the last time ever…
Its soul soon departed.

The people lamented,
Their gloomy voice
High in tone.

I moved away
With a heavy heart
The face of Gau,
The tears it shed
Settled deep inside me.."

"What life could be?
Births and Deaths
Smiles and Cries
Is it all?

A Souvenir I got,
To think about "

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