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
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