Cowherd
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute,
Sweet voice from core of heart
Flora has to get a life.
Black Drongo birds and Martin
The cows came back on,
Play your flute to
Dark Green pasture must yield.
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute,
A group has cows eat grass
The world has to be a new form.
The sun has set go west
Cows did stunts, eating grass
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute.
Copyright © Ronjoy Brahma | Year Posted 2016
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