morning starts with a holocaust
or was it last night
that the bird sensed it?
one who came from the farm
where the feed was stale
was willing to die
the life was anyhow wretched, he said
so, a nice human being could consume him
and offer him nirvana
the cage was anyhow worst than
a concentration camp
the horrendous travel to the place of mass murder
was not which anyone saw
while eating a popcorn with the bird’s name on it
there was no preparation,
no time for the last words or wishes
but a colossal fear and anxiety
there was no noose to hang
but brutal strokes of rusty knife
if it is “halal”, it is a slow death
and “jhatka” means the end of the soul
the bird becomes the part of someone
after death
and hence lives on
with the same fear, and same anxiety
caged as ever before,
in the graveyard which is called “human”
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