Bovine Rhapsody

By Nidhi Nandrajog

The free souls are a soothing balm

While  they graze the meadows afar

Sans the hooting of horns 

Sans the tainting of the morn 

As a sole bovine uplifts its head 

Dissolve all worries into the eyes

Beautiful and almond sketched 

Calmness with serenity deeply etched

Merrily they graze in the grass 

They have no worry of the hour

The whole day is for them to be

Walking ,grazing ,feeling happy and free 

Envy has no place in the land

No territorial claim to the grass

Nature has enough for all to feed

Except greedy hearts of the nasty breed

By Nidhi Nandrajog