I, Kaziranga
Shedding tears of blood
My children, the four legged
In men no longer trust.
God’s blessed beings are they
Roaming the wilds
In search of prey and hay
Often trapped by wily men
Caught unawares
By a poaching hand
Left to die
With bleeding wounds
With their horns
Cut by forest goons
No where to run
No where to hide
Their haven encroached by thugs
Their skies taken over by two legged bugs
Feigned protection
I don’t seek
I, Kaziranga
Will continue to bleed
If there is no messiah
Let my children not desire
Any solace from cruel fate
But march towards extinction and Heaven’s gate.
The entire world is facing a tough time dealing with the onslaught of terror that arms have wrecked upon us. Whether it is the arms of a terrorist, a soldier, a miscreant or a school kid arms seem to have taken control over man. The world wars, the cold wars or the war on terror, man has become a slave to his arms. The war on Iraq saw the dependence on arms, the terror attacks in America, Britain or India and the disturbed scool kids in America who opened fire upon his own school mates had the common instrument in the form of sophisticated weapons that were used to annihilate the peace and sanctity of man. Assam is no exception to this world phenomenon as it has been trying to come to terms...
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