THE WONDERING SCAPEGOAT

What for am i taken ?
Where to am i taken ?
The garden is left behind,
The master well knows the kind.
Why then he takes me away ?
Do other pastures far lay ? -
More flourish'd, lushly green,
And none yet has ever been ?

O, there go my fellows side way ! -
Unkempt and wretched do they stray !
They are not fed like me !
They do not glow like me !
Will i keep them at bay ?
Or take pity on their bray ?..
No, i have got to ignore,
Have got to go with master -
The nourisher of my health
And protector of my breath.

But where are pastures -
More flourish'd, lush green ?
But only a crowd I've
been trapped within !
Whoever are these people 'round me ?
Why ever do they pamper me ?
Ah, i feel so feted !
Ah, feel so respected !
Am i so important ?
Am i so relevant ?
Bravo, my master !
Your pet is a cynosure.

Oh tears - in my master's eyes !
Why then my master cries ?
Is that in which his joy lies ?
Or fear of loss that conveys ?

Come on, my lovely Lord !
Be mused, stay assured -
Your pet is yours, forever...
Do not you for me cry !
For, mortals may go away,
But souls do not, o master -
The nourisher of my health,
The benefactor of my life !!!

-- N P Samal

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