A Beast Divine

A Beast Divine

A beast divine

thus I define

a four-footed animal

to it my early school call

and on my first composition

thus went my description.

Adorned it

as to a child’s wit

one head and two eyes

a nose with two nostrils for sighs

two horns for protection,

a tail for many a function.

As I rose, classes higher

on it, thickened my blur

the pitch of its cooing

vibrated in me to mystically sing

to calf, its love in infinite form.

To dent, it yet fails man’s wisdom.

Compared to man its head is larger

but are its intellect and wisdom lesser

as it is chained by a man taking the care

robbing of its milk from calf, its share?

Standard to measure the superiority

except Lord none has authority.

Compare it, I, relisting to man and his law

opine I to Lord on it, the blatant flaw.

Are some born to serve and serve to master?

Unwise as a child in me can decipher better

Then from the white revolution worldwide

to its male castration and its tears that we hide

from the grass on field to plastic

in me, for it all start to prick.

Silently still the cow endures, us, to nurture

Is she not a beast divine our second mother?

P K Routray

In the service of Lord

(In some countries cows are left to streets and owing to want of food they eat plastic papers etc))