her shirts cuff and collar's Dirt tangled hair knots,
unpolished shoes nothing sort
Punished in assembly prayers
teachers scolding her for her outspread hairs
her foster mother testing her luck
her classmates calling her ugly duck....
After returning home
she was dragged towards an underground room
full of dust and fume
full of spiders
fear her heart filled with tears
from a broken window
she glared at the moon
beside was sitting the owl on branches she zoomed
he entered her room picked up little Punk
flew away in another world within a sec they shrunk....
A red ribbon binding them together
this bond knows no genetics this is called the doctrine of grace - the power of ascetics....
The city of Owl was full of colorful gems
he asked little Punk to choose one of them
she picked up a shining pearl white
he took her and pearl in the dark night
darkness turned her into a pure white fairy girl
with her wings in the milky way she flies she swirls...
The next moment owl again picked her by her nose
dropped her back home with the pearl she chooses
Told her when days will be dry,
your powers you can try
here are 4 magical rings adding more powers to you.
fire, Ice, Storm, and Fairy Fly
but Unlucky she is on 1st April Tricky Owl gave her all powers to fool the little Punk with his sweet lie ....
Her Foster mother says little Punks disorder makes her charming, She explores dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard farming,
She aimed to fly the sky but her wings drop her on cow dung nearby
she tried to burn her old dress
but she burned the fields who earn them bread
She tried to cool fields around
but ice freezes her town
at last, she chooses not to try storm
suddenly her apple trees fell down due to hail, lightning, and Thunderstorm,
she felt misinformed....
She removed every ring and dropped them in the backyard
a shadow was witnessing all far from the graveyard
Four rag-pickers her friends picked up the thrown rings one each and then they passed their old creche....
This night there is a cup of milk on little Punk's window,
She smiled and thought her Mom must be worried about her thirst as she played daylong in the meadow...
The poisoned milk she drank her body died
but her heartbeat still beating hand in hand
The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness,
but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen. Remember her heart is alive with the pearl she chooses....
she is buried in the same backyard without wearing her favorite shoes
The owl's eye was open to look and think, Phew
her mothers' laughter was loud with a happy clank little punk was underneath deep she sank ....
In the dark midnight and mysterious voice of the fox
with the light of Torch
4 little rag pickers digging coffin box they found their friend little Punk buried they dragged her out,
they hurried to hold each other's hand
they formed a circle in between little punk lying bent ....
Power of rings was rubbed
hands crumbled and clubbed
A bolt of lightning from above empowered their hub
cracked the earth apart all 5 innocent kids entered into the world of Dwarfs a new World for them sitting owl crafts...
Little Punk transformed into a Mischievous fairy dressed in green - the Wild five now lives under an old Mango tree, dine on flesh and bones. who dances in the moonlight to the music of frogs and bats. Their favorite pastimes are leading travelers astray and frightening young maidens. They want to kill every Stepmother. Owl satisfied with their witty and ugly pranks and is in desire of some extra powers to convert every kid alive into the Mischievous faires on every Ist April.
The Owl will then gain all the black magical powers and will rule on kids, and stepmothers.
During one of the reconnaissance trips, I came across those five kids, were in possession of that rare owl performing black magic rituals. They wanted to be set free on Ist April.
With the holy water and Cross, I chased that Owl in frost
Made him fly 1000 miles and then crushed his ego and dirty tricks on kids he implied
Knocked his head with thunder clouds on 31st March as never wanted him to gain more powers in the limelight of Ist April
sprinkled on him Holy drops of dew
touched his forehead with a cross for 31 seconds
burnt his feathers and made him cry
shouting for water his throat dry
Punched on his fat belly
rubbed him like Jelly
Snatched his bundle of Power
Made him weak and coward
broken his rib cage
ended his show from this stage
killed him in ashes
freed every conquered soul and wet eyelashes....
I thought I have done a good deed but later I realized it was a prank to kill an Owl for ugly people
Every year, countless owls face a cruel fate at the hands of poachers who are catering to ignorance and misguided beliefs. Driven by religious myths and superstitions tied to them, these birds are poached for their body parts such as talons, skulls, bones, feathers, meat, and blood, which are then used in talismans, black magic, traditional medicines, etc. The superstitions surrounding owls in India are never-ending. For centuries, they have been associated with demon rituals, spooky tales, and folklore but at the same time, ironically, owls are considered to be the sacred mount of the Hindu goddess of wealth and prosperity, Lakshmi who is worshiped during Diwali, the festival of lights.
These majestic birds are used in black magic rituals around the country as sacrificing them is believed to gain favor from the goddess. The domestic trade of owls is highly lucrative and it is appalling that the festival of Diwali is used as a front by traffickers to peddle endangered birds for monetary gain. Though the exact number of owls traded and sacrificed each year remains unknown, ahead of Diwali these incidents increase and take a more visible shape.
The moral of the story is not to kill animals and birds they can never harm