The species slaughtered and sliced,

Washed and fried, golden brown,

Blood mixed water saved with care,

And carried out with conscientious gait,

Without sprinkling the immaculate floor,

To shower the slender pumpkin creeper,

That  makes  it grow and fruit fast.  

The basin washed with a lot of fuss,

To detach the odour loath to leave,

The scales taken up one by one,

To keep the pipeline clean and clear.

The bones, fins  and gills,

 All coffined  in plastic bag,

And carried out of cat’s mess,

 Far away to the road side drain,

 For the burial that ends  with the prayer:

“May you rest in peace here for  ever

Along with your brethren:

Bottles, cans and child’s broken toys.

                       Amen.”

…….. Dr. Fathema Begum