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Holy cow!


I have no religion. In fact I don't know what is GOD or who is the creator. When I speak I don't make any sound of music.  I can't speak so  my pain and my agony goes unheard and unattended. I don't  understand the politics that you make of my life. I remember I was once upon  a time  the political  symbol for your oldest political party called Congress

 Of late I have become synonymous to a religion you call Hindutva. I now remain  patronised by a  band of bandits that you call "saffron Brigade". You have made me  the tale of two sects , one  that loves to see me on their dinning table and the other who believes in using my name to sniff  away innocent lives .You have made me the cause of great intolerance.This is so saddening, since by nature I am the least of "intolerance". I remain both in life and death a  source of your protein. I have horns yet I don't honk and add on to your noise pollution.  I have come to realize I rather live in a farm in the middle of nowhere rather than become  a butcher's delight or  a cause to sniffing away innocent human lives. Sadly I have no control over my life, except that I can wag my tail to express my gratitude. I am what you call the Holy COW!

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