Carrying

 (Written on the killing of pregnant elephant)

Unknown steps of a mother from wild

To satiate the pangs of the child inside

She slowly posed a stroll in calm

And reach the streets of violent beasts.

She moved in tense of lovely care

For not to strain her swirling calf.

Her purer mind, not seen by them

Who live by paining other's dreams.

Those cruel hands were planning at

The gains in killing mother giant

Scoundrel fools set plans for her

Fire along with killing smile.

A cracker made sweet, fruit outer

To guide the softened gentle giant

She stepped to her own unknown end

By taking all these culprit's tricks.

Though she took taste knowingly

What sorry still is her child inside

The unborn wait for saliva, sweet

To make her grow in fewer weeks.

Burst out, at once her thirsty mouth

Yet staggered long with least havoc

She stood in pain betwixt the depths

And slowly sighed eternal breaths.