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BUTCHER’S BUTCHER

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English Poetry

After that

she didn’t see

nor heard of them;

her father, mother, sisters and brothers.

Polaiah must have sent them

to some greener pastures

with tasty grass in abundance

and sweet waters copious!

But she loved Polaiah,

his bushy mustache and busy hand wielding that broad knife.

She often looks at her image

in that shiny steel

with sparkling sharp edge.

“This is the tool divine that sent my kith and kin to salvation!”

She hopes to meet them one day through that tool divine. ..yes the butcher’s knife!

…………………..

Polaiah was always fascinated by

that large hoarding in the street.

His favourite leader with one hand raised up greeting the people and

the other hand indicating the mark of his party…

with broad smile, almost looking like a God!

“Yes! He will solve all my problems!”

————-

On that morning Polaiah’s

honed blade separated the goat’s head.

In the afternoon

he went to the polling booth and cast his vote.

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