With awestruck eyes does stare about the scapegoat -
Once at the butcher with his busy chopper,
Then at its fellow beings who on the trot
Do perish on the block but come back never.
Then looks around and sees the grins of humans,
Their caressing eyes, and rid of fear it smiles back -
The brainless animal - failing to mean the nuance
Of human guile of 'mutton for green stack'.
It's grown in their care, and protection from wild,
Been fed on nutrition - from fodder to farm -
That they have raised it healthy and nourished -
Can it suspect amidst them any harm?
Lone cynosure of greed now revels in its life
Though on it turns the butcher with his knife.
- N. P. SAMAL
It's a wonderful sonnet, sir
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