Last Year At My Workplace

There were meadows free to the far, Clean, green and quiet calm. Pebbles and stones, scattered, As in the blue sky’s stars’ view. On a remote-side grew wild thorns high, Played the bees and b‘flies and I; And the good dog passing by had watched us On his hurried walk From an afar village To the distant one. By the broken-burnt mulberry, Lone, half erect and half down, Goats grazed with caws and sheep And the old herdsman with his tiffin and cane, Called, cried, whistled and ran.