Humour
A rare taste of holy cow
THE CYNICApr 07, 2015 | 20:27
- Oh! Mother, how I adore you…
- My children and me, drink your kindness
- Your milk we churn to butter and ghee
- With your excreta, cakes do we make
- For cooking food and rotis to bake
- Sound of your mulching and passing wind
- Keeps us secure in not having sinned
- Oh! Mother, how I adore thee…
- Oh! Mother how sad I feel…
- When those nasty others, neighbours all
- They use you and they abuse you
- Savages they see you merely as a treat
- Helpless I stand, they think of you as a beast.
- Like chicken, goat or dirty sheep
- How dare they eat you just like other meat?
- Oh! Mother how angry it made me feel…
- Oh! Mother how happy I was…
- When Maharashtra a new law, did pass
- Centuries of malpractice, ended without fuss
- Punish them fast and punish them harsh
- Poor and old, all who may think this is a farce
- Treat them with disdain, now make them pay
- At long last majority will finally, have its say
- Oh! Mother how happy I am
- Oh! Mother why need I care
- You are our concern, we need not be fair
- It matters not, 2 lakh people in despair
- Theirs earnings hit, they too should disappear
- This is democracy, good deeds we need cheer
- 1.5 crore people with disgusting habits
- They just eat beef and breed like rabbits
- Oh! Mother why should I care
- Oh! Mother now to talk about you…
- When you are old and milk no more, what do I do?
- I go to the market to buy me, a mother anew
- You I cannot eat, your old hide won’t sell, what to do?
- I let you go because that is what I normally do
- I would kill for you Mother, not let them eat you
- Balancing life and economics, my options are few
- You are but a cow Mother, I will learn to live without you…
Last updated: April 07, 2015 | 20:27
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