Hani Allahawani Poet Narrative

The Fox and the Shrew

I once was walking, enjoying the view,
When I came across a weeping shrew.
“Little shrew, what’s wrong?” I stopped and asked.
He raised his weary eyes at last.

“I’m sick and tired of the fox and his games,
Of always being the one he blames.
I work so hard, I strive and strive,
Yet nothing seems to change my life.”

“Then why keep going? Just quit,” I sighed.
“Take no more—walk away with pride.”
“I have my young, their mouths to feed,
And every day brings something they need.

“The fox gives us food for the work that we do,
But keeps making trouble out of the blue.
I cannot leave, though I long to be free;
Too many at home depend upon me.”

“Don’t worry, little shrew,” I calmly replied,
“One day, you’ll leave all this behind.
No tyrant rules forever, you know;
Even the mightiest someday must go.

“The wrong he has done, the pain he gave,
Will follow him down to his lonely grave.
And when his shadow no longer remains,
You’ll walk as a free soul, released from your chains.”

The shrew wiped his tears and went on his way.
I watched till his small shape faded to gray.
We parted beneath the fading sun—
And I never saw him again, not once.

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