The Tale Of A Prey Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

He looked pale-yellow
His eyes drooping
His chest protruded
Like a bone cage
His belly swelled
Like a balloon
And looked as if to be inflated
By a slight touch of a breeze!
His arms and legs looked,
Swallowed and drained
Emptying and found sticky
As sticks hanging side by side
From his body heralding penury
The starvation and the dire poverty.
The black continent
Plenty with flora and fauna once
Left barren and deserted
With no grass tips sprout
With no rain clouds over
To spill the joy of rain
To exhort the fertility
Of the rich black soil
To feed the creations
On the once beautiful landscape!
He looked in disgust
Stared in despair
Murmured in dismay
But no voice to raise
In protest against none
As his voice feeble, frail
And fragile invite the falcon
That clear its beaks
On the dried branch
Of a dried up tree
That stood like a ghost
To prepare to dine
The prey about to die!
As the flock of Eagles
Fluttered around him
The falcon hit him
And took him at the hooks of its legs
And rushed and flashed
To the mountain
Where the morning sun
Witnessed the bones and hairs
Of the body strewn
On the mountain top.
A hungry soul
Solved the hunger of the Falcon!
Alas!