Save Wildlife
He has killed his fifth prey-point blank,
Dead bodies are just laying at his feet,
With deep sigh, his vigil eyes turn around,
All alone, nobody to check, none to greet.
He is the hunter, such entry in a forest is crime,
Hunting animals is his business, his hobby,
Animal lives pay, for his means of living,
Innocent killing is the business of a powerful lobby.
The deer, his female, three siblings lay dead,
Near the pool of blood, he stands with pride,
How foolish these deer proved to be, he thinks,
One killed, others calmly stand by its side!
The parents do not run to save their children,
All what they do is to stand, calmly looking-
With futile hope to see their children breathe,
And for not running away, easy death they get.
The fifth, an innocent one, touches the killer gun,
Tries to jump, lick the hunter with little tongue,
Blinking eyes, seeing rainbow colours, all around,
Shaking ears, listen to the song, mother nature sung.
The newborn just tries to know the meaning of life,
Bullets will teach him, death is the truth above all lies,
Dancing colours, singing breeze, his mother's lap,
All vanishes before the first light kisses his eyes.
Dawn is slowly knocking at the door of darkness,
There will be no proof of dead bodies-all five,
Prey will disappear, nature reveals beauty of the forest,
By the roadside, a signboard will flash “Save Wildlife".
© 2019 keshav dubey
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