Always in the news
Open to views
The cow remains confused
Thinks its name is over-used
One cow that looked in my eyes
Felt it understood lies
That wore a guise of faith
Without understanding fate.

‘I wish I were literate,’ it said,
‘A rally then I’d have led
To enable us to write
Our will in black and white
That said we donate
Ourselves to use, not hate.
You may use our organs and our skin
So we live forever and win
A place in human homes and hearts
Even after our soul departs.
We’re neither saffron nor green
To serve well gives us that sheen
That a birth demands and yearns
Far away from gingoistic churns.’

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What the cow said

What the cow said

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Arvind Passey
23 March 2017