THE WOLVES (English poem: Samgeev)

Published on 09 December, 2020
THE WOLVES (English poem: Samgeev)
A lamb is slain here, in this country
In God’s own country where Ahimsa reigns
Who broke her bones and tore her flesh?
It must be a wolf living in this jungle.

A pack of wolves came from the north
They had sheep skin and sheep mask
The spotted wolves are mind converted beasts
They are friends of sheep indeed.

Another pack came from the west
The mighty reds stand for the sheep
See the red skin and the teeth so sharp
Fight and kill the murderer, it’s their motto.

The white wolves are a peculiar brand
They have long white firs like a sheep
The white wolves are Himalayan wolves
They don’t believe in violence, but in peace

The red, spotted, and white wolves
They stood around the slaughtered lamb
They howled aloud, started to rant and rave
They danced around the sheep they might save

“We are your friends, not your enemies”
Their eyes fell on the sheep folk in the place
“The dog, your faithful friend is our cousin
The slaughterer must be from the cat family”.

The words are cooler than spring rains
The faces blossom like a Lily of the valley
Hatred and malice are fuming like a volcano
Wolves are wolves, albeit the skin and mask.

മലയാളത്തില്‍ ടൈപ്പ് ചെയ്യാന്‍ ഇവിടെ ക്ലിക്ക് ചെയ്യുക