A Feeling For My Cousin

Thirteen books! And you are in class one, And the answers to the difficult questions Are my brother, long! In the bushy country near the low hills, Kids, calves spring in delight; Cows and goats graze whole days. The cowboys enjoy warm sun, Wild meadows, cool blows of air! My boy, you have to be indoors all-day, Behind wide walls, airtight and high! And ah! Grassy school-ground be guarded by numb tutors. I see the suffering of your tiny soul…! My boy, a bird with trimmed wings, Can’t fly in the fair sky? A hobbled horse can’t race in a pasture; Fastened tight with tie, You can’t shout open in the open outdoor. How can a caged parrot like Even if given golden grains— You are returning your tiffin, always half-eaten. I will hug your beating baby-heart And rub long with my chest; Kiss your fear-laden face; Help you lifting the hefty bag; And shed a tear afterward… This is what I can do for you, my boy-brother, Everyday.