In search of a Man

Do you know any butcher ?



As the one I know
And I befriended, who married
The red flag and its doctrine
For it related in color with
The daily blood he dealt in


A man ebullient never ended
His conversations with out a guffaw
Though looking terrific,
He remained a searcher after truth.
'Revolutions are dying.'
I indicated.

He said,
'Yes.. At present, reason you know?
Men are dead.'
I blinked.

'Show me any real one living
Who is ready to die for peace
Other than the fools willing
To kill for vengeance,

War and freedom.
One man...
One man..'
'Show me.'

I couldn't.
He continued,
Pointing the butcher's knife
To his groin,
'He is not here.'

And then lifting
It to touch his right temple,
'He is here
Here he is!'

I resumed my guts.
Reaching him near
I tapped his
Chest and said
'He is also here.'

He was much pleased
And asked me,
'Are you a Gandhian?'
I replied.
'No, I am friend of a butcher.'
We both laughed.