he emerges out

surveys far and wide

like a bird from its nest

new bright day before him

alas! retreat back

amidst plucked

flying feathers.

taut traps stretched by the feeds

invisible stares and nets

hidden for me

I rather starve or fly away

and have a modicum

of peace

their footpath I travel not

nor in my world can live

invented himself a gun

and a catapult for me

to reach at my

zenith nest.

why now they encircle us

with burning tyres?

pelt us as we fly by

defecating on their heads

our natural gesture of goodwill.

then knives criss-crosses our necks

our funerals celebrated with wine

yet our sister hen warns us not

yet lives among them.