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An old cow Bholi and it's cub were  running
Hard to save their lives from the flogging 
A young boy having stick with lather laced 
Was chasing them, showering flogs with mighty hand.

Bhola:
Mom, why we are beaten so bitterly?
What are our faults today?
My young blood is running hard in veins
I want to teach him a lesson just now
If you allow me to save ourselves 
I can hit him with my sharp horns. 

Bholi:
No! No! My dear ,don't do this mistake
For God's sake, Please 
First run hard to save ourselves 

After an hour hard race 
They were facing face to face 
Breathing hard under open sky 
An angry ox not a cub now
Asked questions for proud now
Why did you stop me to teach him 
A lesson in his method, poor cow?

Bholi:
My dear Bhola 
Your name and my name were fixed
By my kind master who loved both us
The chasing boy was his only son
I didn't want to hurt my master 
So I stopped to hurt him. 

Bhola:
What a ridiculous!
Kind master   kind master
A homeless foodless
Jobless timid cow
How could you justify it?

Bholi:
My dear son
The master and his son are not our real enemies 
Our real enemy is  UNEMPLOYMENT 
Now i am barren due to old age 
And you are jobless due to machineries
The few years ago i gave them milk
And bull helped them in farming. 
I couldn't say how much they loved us.

NO WORK NO FOOD 
This is the rule of Nature. 

Bhola:
If no work, no food is the rule
I will fight against the rule.
I will raise my voice for dignity 
I will fight till last breath. 
The earth is not only for humans 
It is also for us.
I will fight, I will fight
I will strike for sake of you. 

Bholi: 
Please don't do this nonsense 
Nobody is here to hear
You will get punished, dear.

Some rebellious bulls
And their leader Bhola
Was standing in midst of highway 
A loud noise for deaf ears
WE WANT JOB
WE WANT JOB
GIVE JOB US or BREAD US with honour
We are not lazy and crazy .

Theirs voices were lost
In crusade of traffic jam 
Some cops came to solve the jam
Rebelion Bhola declared mad
Soon they shot down the bull.
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