The Tears Of Pearl And Silk

“Oh, mankind, listen,

You know, how I’m born

Made of what material?”

Asked the poor Pearl .

“They cut an oyster,

Inside its shell cover,

Place a tiny hard bit

That constantly irritates it.”

“It secretes a liquid,

That slowly turns solid,

To cover this painful bit,

That forms one pearl unit.”

“This way they torture,

Every poor little oyster,

To make a necklace,

Out of these beads.”

Oh, mankind, listen,

You know, how I’m born,

It is no fun or joke,”

Murmured the silk.

“A silky case is spun

By insect tiny one

At the stage larva

To protect its pupa.”

“In hot water they boil,

This pupa and kill,

To take out its thread,

For miles that spread.”

“This thread they make,

Just for your sake,

Silk-cloth to wear,

For your little pleasure.”

Will you really be happy,

To glorify your body,

With pearl and silk wears,

After this tale of our tears?

(Message: Boycott Pearls

 and Silkwares to save these

 tiny creatures)

 ~Rajaram Ramachandran~

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