Bereaved Knife

"Please allow me to kill you",
implored the honest butcher,
and sprinkled a little water
on the face of the animal.
It shook its head
as if in agreement,
and the knife went down.
Butcher relieved a sinless sigh,
bereaved knife shed tears,
in red.

SK Iyer


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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.

- Mahatma Gandhi












He who is cruel to animals becomes hard in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.

- Immanuel Kant