I
was happy, I was excited,
My
first day to a temple festival,
My
first day to see,
A
real elephant.
I
was in the temple,
Was
I dreaming?
Hundreds
of people
And
kids like me.
Fifteen
walls of muscles,
With
two white tubes each.
Then
it hit me, they were the elephants,
I
was going off my skin.
A
body and head of black coal
A
snout of amber stone,
The
colour is what I meant,
I
turned to my cousin ,
To
take my head off them.
The
next moment,
I
heard a shout, I heard a noise.
Before
you could say,
Running
off the elephants tail,
I
was running, running with others,
Towards
the gate.
When
I looked back, I realized,
I
was really running, running from the elephants’ tail.
Three
elephants fought,
Without
thinking, I jumped out, out of the gate.
I
was alone, alone and nowhere to go,
I
was scared to go back.
I
started to cry,
Then
I saw a boy,
Who
was my friend,
We
two set off to the other side.
We
saw our family,
Who
were going to report for us,
For
us, the missing ones.
I
had nightmares, nightmares for a few days.
I
sweared never to go,
To
a festival, a festival with elephants.
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