My Greed in my deed

My Greed in my deed

 

 

“Greed you must shun

so as to ascertain

a place in heaven”

parted to me as a sermon

since my very early age

through curricula’s page

and as a pearl of scriptural wisdom.

now thus gaining momentum

as my preparation is on the run

for my ensuing destination.

“In life, thus lived

It is vivid

that the greed I could not shun

“Hell” appears as the destination.”

Brooding over this gloom

my life, I started to broom

to find out my greed and lust

and “How were they caused.”

why could not I spurn them?

Why should I take the blame?”

On my survey, peeped out

my childhood greed enroute.

Accused I, me as a child

being barbarian and wild

as now turning vegetarian

I feel it as seer barbarian

the craze then in me to relish

chickn, mutton, egg and fish.

Since my very early age

till my mid fifty stage

I was an omnivorous

and then turned to herbivorous

propelled by urge inner

when I became wiser.

Then my distaste had begun

to dishes non-vegetarian

Un like town and city

where shops are plenty

selling chicken, mutton, and fish

varying varieties as buyers wish.

in our villages rural

on occasions special

we get mutton and fish

and chicken to relish

though there, they are bred

but sold to provide the breeder's bread

Hens, roasters, we had our own

with freedom, they are grown

fed on feeds from the fields around

roots, insects, as aplenty they found.

For yolks of the eggs boiled or fried

saliva on my tongue then never dried.

On special occasions

or for brother on vacations

or for an out station guest

less often on my earnest request

cuisines on chicken are prepared

the major portion of it I shared.

Still my greed led to my frustration

as I wished it to be shared by none.

Greed was burning me then

on fish mutton and chicken

to take alone sharing with none

even a little of its bony portion.

Propelled it, me

an opportunity to see

the absence of a member

sharing as the chicken eater.

To Grand ma, I told a lie

how smartly I could vie

with a tackle on the run

and our roaster I won

but the fox had wounded it

now that we must eat.

Waited, I with elation

for its preparation.

But to my bad luck and frustration

my brother came home, all on a sudden.

My greed was snubbed at its height,

frustration and anger, me, did bite.

From ponds and rivers around

fishes live kept me spellbound

From its half fried stage onwards

snatched I despite watchwords

out of greed beyond the capability

tolerating like a python, the immobility.

From a particular clan, a person

butchered the goats to sell mutton

in packs of palm leaves, they sold

I counted the hours with joy untold.

From its half-cocked stage

to the next day storage

piece by piece I used to take

stealing, lying and acting fake.

Tell you must mow, then my invention

the best taste gives the semi-cooked mutton

Never it dissolves unless pushed in

you go on munching and enjoying the cuisine.

Fish heads and tails were my special choice

the goat Brain and breast, I did always rejoice.

Out of seer greed I have taken six eggs cake

Now at the reminiscence of the greed, head I break.

 

 

P K Routray

in the service od Lord