The Killer Elephant The mahout and an elephant Moves and earns bread of daily life. in the air, it smells blood. Even though the man who Holds pride in the land In an emotional rapport.
Towards a temple gently they walk Theologians praise customs. The crowd praises the elephant In the festival lights, Music, drums, and triumphs
Nearby shops with toys Colorful balloons holding kids. Frying nuts in pan sounds The elephant waves its ears Shakes its head and tail, majestically walks
The mahout pats its ivory tusk Then cuts and keep palm leaves in the trunk. In the spectacular festive days Around midnight, they merely take rest. While the damn crackers smash.
The gigantic animal trumpeted In a jolt the mahout crushes Under the legs splitting the skull Blood scatters in its tusk An elephant in chains becomes the killer. Crowd pelting stones while the elephant mourning in the loss. vblueinkpot.blogspot.com
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