Withered noses smelt blood,
Killed by the fire of the desire!
To taste!
Wolves swam ashore
Fangs spewing staccato venom,
Tongues abrading wounds,
Red seeps slowly,
Lambs are huddled,
Hounding wanton cry of joy,
Barn is burning
Few ears are crying,
Music of the voice of beloved?
Head spins on the spindle of the city
Body is on stretcher
German shepherds tied duty bandana forehead,
Wolves are dead
Shepherd is sleeping!
White capped ears are dud, blunt knife
Others opposites are filled with plastic,
Some think always talking is fantastic,
Numb in emotion, spastic
Tube is inserted in their mouth,
They are gagging now
Hooves on their chest
Denizens of Bomb Bloodsbay, Citizens!
Stand on two legs,
Change the bleating voice
Take back, this is our barn
We have to plant flowers
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Hisar,03, December,2008 after Bombay,26-28, November,2008
Rajesh Kumar Vaid
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barn-bay-to-bloodsbay/
