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The Creature  

I was traveling through the sands of life
When I bumped into "It" of all the creatures
It's face-pack would have impressed me too
Had I not seen through the animal's features

It stood distinguished from the milder of earth's occupants
The King of the Jungle it seemed to ape
For ego and machismo echoed in its footsteps
The sheer sight of it, ridiculed the thought of escape

As its roar thundered, decency took to its heels
The pitch drowning the languished cries of the doomed
Who dared to offend this symbol of power
For, to establish oppression, it was groomed

It watched the more fortunate feed well
The feline eyes brimming over with jealousy
Fury accentuating the brightness of its eyeballs
"Death", the starred eyes told, was their prophecy

"Kill" was the one word on its mind
And with great ferocity, I must say, it tried
Its mane rising with the fever of satisfaction
And thick whiskers curling with pride

Like a serpent it slipped away unperturbed
After its fangs had pecked at its enemy
By Jove, few knew of its true colors
For, like a chameleon, it was cunning and slimy

Greed had gnawed away at its morals
And left it an unscrupulous sinner
Who fastened its life-belt to its victims
Like a leech, sucking blood for dinner

This four-limbed animal was like a vulture
Living on Weak sweat and blood
This more versatile of God's creatures
Was none other than a human with flesh and blood!! 

(c) Lakshmi Prabha Matham
Hyderabad, India
July 1, 2001

 


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