A Short Biography

I cannot exactly remember my mother 
Separated at birth from each other 
I couldn't have any playmates either 
we weren't allowed to play together 

many of the babies, didn't see the light 
The females survived, but a different plight 
Wish I was dead then, rather than now 
Life wasn't worth for a voiceless cow 

Sooner or later you'll be on sale 
No matter where you go, it's the same tale 
A herd of us was taken away 
It was a gloomy and very dark day 

Since then, life was nothing but hell 
Suffered in silence as no one to tell 
There's no dignity, the abuse, forceful 
But, a dream of a calf, made me hopeful 

Soon my memories, haunted me 
Motherhood, I felt, it wasn't for me 
As they were born taken away 
I Cried and wailed every single day 

Producing gallons of milk for the dairy 
I felt deceived, drained and weary 
Having worked many years, although tired 
There is no place for us to be retired 

Next is definitely last destination 
My mother too had the same termination 
Now, this is my life, I have to tell 
I nurtured a nation. May you be well!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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