If a swine had a thinking mind
Like it has a pulsating heart,
The ill fortune it has to find
In furnace of a cooking hearth,
Could make it realize battered fate –
‘Plattered in a palatable state’.
It would have cursed its meager life
Struggling stiff within the limit,
In a world of inhumane strife;
It snorts at menfolk, “You bandit!
No more I’ll stay cool and shy,
‘Will blow a blast before I die.”
[It was written at the time of outbreak of swine flue in India - just a satirical one.]
Gautam Sen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blast-before-i-die/
