Sheep Grazing

Journey on a train is a joy forever; educates

Admixtured with boredom; rhythmic pace

The only sight of greenfield fills us in visuality

‘Chikchik’ it moves on; vender’s sweet call

Egg pakora, paneer pakora, samosa, and chicken cutlet

Abuzz in a compartment, tourists’ look attracts

Get them cheerful; often have them on hooks

Sheep’s white colours in the midst of paddy field

Look sacred like cloistress in a convent

Often overbridge, bypass, uncovered gate

Dizzy speed thrills us: black stone chips

Harden the surface of human intelligence

Maze pasture sweetens the fodder stuff

Cattle on free mood, directionless mill around

Scarecrow in midfield symbolizes

Peasants’ untiring labour merit them kudos

Our mother India houses innumerable wonders

Real beauty lies in the hearts of cultivators

Small shanty bears tomorrow’s sun

This goads them to lie in moonlit night

In them some unborn future tones up their mind

Their fond cattle are their future asset; they care

Tender thinking gets mellowed in star clad sky

They go to sleep with folded palms on chest

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