That Life
Poem: That life…
Grass, ready to burn with Sun.
Dew, flowing up to the Heaven run.
The light, setting some concealed price.
Soon, darkness will lose its pride.
Oh yes! There the Lord of herd arrives,
For daily chores; that life thrives...
Hilltop greets, hearing that calls.
Watching and tending, till the dusk falls.
That’s his duty on that little piece!
Nothing to pity; the fruit is wool fleece,
Showered on us from a heavenly terrain.
That’s his life with sheep—so humane.
Copyright © Gunjita Chopra | Year Posted 2021
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