A PANDA DIED
Today a Panda died
Today a Panda died
We cried
We slaughter weeping Cow
We call it beef know not how
Today a Panda died
We cried
We kill bleating Lamb and Sheep
We call it mutton, and do not weep
Today a Panda died
We cried
We murder Pigs tearfully squealing
We call it pork we have no feeling
Today a Panda died
We cried
I reached your blog accidentally! The Mallu curiosity about a Panikar! To me a cow or lamb or pig or elephant or horse or snake ~~ is a divine being: You have expressed your felling succinctly and I share that feeling too deeply ! I thought I will be dishonest to myself if I did not tell you that I will surely remember this simple elegant poem with no frills as long as I inhabit this earth ! This poem is modern but still it has an intrinsic rhyme and reason subtly concealed and revealed!
My adamant hope and dream is that once again the earth will become a divine Meta- space, a New Eden where lions will eat grass snakes eat rice paste and children will play with tigers as if they are kittens!
Nobody can prevent us pursuing a most impossible dream!
With Best wishes ~ Narayanan ~
I have visited Hong Kong many times, thirty five years ago as A Cabin Crew with Air-India, tentatively lodged in Hotel Miramar! It was very difficult for me to manage as a vegetarian! The very air was fearsomely meat smelling~ But well I did! I have many random nostalgic memories ~ Perhaps I may write a personal impression about Hong Kong distantly stored in my memory , well, if it really happens!
Glad curiosity got you to my blog. Happy reading. I am enjoying your website.
Apologies Leela Devi Panikar! I notice a typo error in my comment ~ “felling for “feeling” !~ Please correct it before you make it visible to others! ~