Vanita Thakkar - Man Instinct

In the lovely, open meadows outside the village,
Where the grass shivered when the breeze passed
And the chirping of little birds echoed in the peaceful milieu,
A group of asses was enjoying the taste of juicy grass.

A weak, old ass, with a tired look on his face
Was having a tasty meal, cut off from the rest.
Away from him, a naughty youngster was planning of
Teasing 'The Silly, Old Fellow', just to make a jest.

Suddenly, he began to run, shot past the old ass
And nearly dashing hard, scared him out of his wits.
The poor, old ass gave a sad sigh
And without any angry retort, continued with his feast.

The old one ignored the act and remained quiet,
While the youngster tried to anger him, in vain;
Getting impatient at the cold reaction of the old fellow,
The young ass repeated the act, again and again.

The young ass then, irrupted,
Gave a hard blow with his hind legs to the poor, old fellow
And feeling quite satisfied by his cruel act,
Moved away towards the other end of the meadow.

The old ass stumbled and struggled to control himself,
Uttering a painful cry for the blow he got,
Then, looking towards the delinquent
With a disgusting look in his eyes, thought,

' 'Man' Instinct this dolt has got;
Enjoys in disturbing other and laughs after having hurt.
I really pity this young fool,
Who thinks too high of himself, although he's idiot.'

(08.08.1987)

Vanita Thakkar

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