Sunday, February 4, 2024

Tales of a young tusker

 While the rest (elephants) left me here-

I sneaked in by crossing that fence!

I broke that door and entered in-

For the smell- of fruits and grains-

That farmer hides behind the hut-

In an utter dismay and fear!

While the rest (humans), away from here!

Talk so big! Plea us to co-exist!

And they know no fear-

Of their sweat being 'raid'*!

Of what it means to be chased!

Or, hitting the train and being dead!

Every night- I write my fate!

As I silently cross that gate!"

~Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini



*Apologies for using this term


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