The predator creeps towards the prey
Silently and stealthily, on its feet grey,
One moment more, the wait will finish,
So shall the prey’s existence diminish.
Independence will pass into oblivion
But the ruthless creature will live on
As it has done till this very moment,
And for its this doing, it won’t repent.
Our friend, two legged, blessed with reason
And raised brow, looks at this act of treason
That the predator will commit on the poor thing,
Delicious food is a song – the former must sing.
Our wise onlooker, meanwhile is indecisive
Whether it is right or it is offensive
To save the victim from the vicious clutch,
Or just leave the poor thing in the lurch!
There goes the monster, yes it’s gaining on it,
The latter draws the man’s sympathy every bit,
The man extends his hand to obstruct- prevent
Damage to the world the devil can’t create-
The little world of small yet important people,
Their ways innocent and their thoughts simple.
Then words from the scriptures into his mind dive,
He stops, lets the lizard gobble up the fly all alive.
©Asiman Panda 2004
The Timber Trawler 