The story of a few minutes.

I happened to spend a couple of minutes in front of a chicken centre today afternoon. Some fifteen chickens were crammed into a rectangular coop. Sitting in an ac car watching them, I saw each one of them struggle for space within that barbed, rusted cage. The afternoon heat added more discomfort to these chickens, waiting unprepared to get slaughtered. Soon a boy  hardly 20 years old walked towards the cage and started picking them up one by one.  He was literally throwing them into another coop which was a few meters away. I saw one chicken being pulled apart from its fellow ones. The look on it’s face was terrifying. The boy suddenly saw me and probably thought I was love struck at his heroic act of throwing chickens, because for the rest of the time that I was there, he kept looking at me with a flirtish smile on his face. 

He would never have understood whom my heart went out to and that the last pulse of some innocent lives were throbbing within his arms.