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By Geetima Baruah Sarma | Category :: Poem

They hacked the horn of
An innocent wobbly denizen.
Alas! It's truly questionable -
Men of lame justification,
Whom are you hacking?
A mere animal for its horn
Or the State's glory
Nay, the world's pride?
Don't your hearts bleed
When you bleed it to death?
Perhaps, you possess
Wretched hands of cruelty,
But terribly lack
The most precious asset -
An inner voice.

[Published: The Sentinel on 4 July 2010]

By Geetima Baruah Sarma | Jul 25, 2013 | Category > Poem >Death | Comments 1 | Views 1964

Great felling. Nice ink.

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