In memory of a magpie robin
I received the news, vultures are finally coming.
Today is a great celebration for all the evil crows
The long wait is over!
All the wolves of the forest are cheering and planning
How to enjoy the killing
This time the meeting is in posthaste.
'Welcome everyone interestedly or forcedly'
Nobody wants to know how these will happen
Who cares for being humiliated?
On behalf of the new comers -
An old vulture announced:
'We are your friends, bosom friends, right?
We'll teach you how to kill a black drongo or a magpie
Just to hold on to the throat, suffocate
And eventually achieve your goals.
Don't be upset and nothing to be afraid of
This is our nature, yes, it's latent
We convey the message under the guise of peace
We create chaos; very often we are chaos
Front, back, right and left.'
'Hello friends!' suddenly shouted a silent sparrow
'Hold an extended hand
Let's cleanse our land together
These witches have nothing to do
This is our land, occupy this land!'
My dear magpie, rest in peace, dear.
The poet is an essayist, literary critic, book reviewer & a banker