Making of an Altruist

In the midst of the night

To his wife,said the kite

Let us now flesh relinquish

Let’s no longer be the snatchers of bliss

His wife asked him the reason

He just said,over was the bloody season

He hung his head and the carnage he lamented

Every tyrannical massacre he repented

The kite had taken a vow irrevocable

Instigated was he,just with one cry barely audible

That morning was a fine one for him

Was going on his hunt, with a stretched limb

Luck was in his favour that day

As he saw four chicks, on his way

Without a second thought he pounced upon those

As he credences nihilism, no feelings in him rose

But as he was about to have his copious catch

Unable to endure this onslaught, came their mother with valour unmatched

The dexterous hunter gave her a ferocious look

But the pensive mother of the peril no notice took

She cried but nothing moved the Nefarious one

The she said something about his son

She asked him to imagine his son in place of his chicks

At that instant he loosened his claws, releasing his picks

Then the deplorable misanthropist said Sorry

He said, the gregarious brings now not worry

He now wouldn’t commit fratricide

He would now rely on a diet mild!