GOAT

a structure

all stone

a dream

where

i stand

stone walls

stone floor

stone walkways within

open sky is seen

colonial make

cant be

a home

i wonder

try to remember

what is..

this place?

we walk

along corridors

within which

outside world

eye cant see

we walk

someone dear

and me

along comes

a friendly goat

now we feel

strangely at home

the goat

draws near

the someone dear

i know

it means

a lot to him

unspoken bond

so kind

like mother’s love

so blind

all kith

all kin

cant see

where human ends

n beast begins

we hear

new voices

they talk

they both

i know them

they walk

now

familiar

oh! parents

but

as they draw near

they look..

different..

why does it seem

like i mean

nothing to them

like i am

just one

among

other men?

they come

trudging

marching

down stone corridor

i hear

i hear

them speak

oh God

what is this

i hear

them say..

'let’s do away

away with

this creature..

let’s put this

in motion..

he does not

want head n throat

he has asked

for a good portion

of the hind side

of this goat'

no

No

NO

i hear

me exclaim

they turn

just a look

so lame

uncaring

uncouth

strange i don’t

recognise

these parents

anymore

but why??

don’t they

recognise me

either???

blind eyes

no kindred spirits

these

somehow

i’m lost now

lost in their

look

that does not know

me..

now

i don’t know

me

'So let’s

do something

about it..

let’s ask him

when is it

convenient for him..'

they carry on

mindless talk

i hear

me scream

i hear

me shout

'NO I will

NOT

Allow

i will NOT

ALLOW'

i hear

me yell

the soul screams

pain tears

it

in shreds

scorching tissues

and nerves

the form screams

for life

o dear goat

o dear goat

Then IT speaks

'They will Not

Listen

They care NOT

Get over

The hurdle

See them NOT

Know them NOT

as PARENTS'

like lightning

it dawns

Bright and clear

on my feet

now

a mere

prisoner

walking towards

the wooden stairway

leading

down

i approach

Their uniformed forms

Voice picks up

takes over

what soul

handed over

i hear

the words

firm

clear..

silence

on the road

like heavens

have cleared

the path

for

the aftermath

in

the calm

before

the storm

Voice

speaks

If

You

Kill it

i

will

kill

you