blessed maiden by the stream
weaving raiments from the stars
apple of her father's eye
full of charm and grace
there lived one across the bank
across where the princess weaved
steering oxen through the grass
able, strong and brave
the princess and the cowherd
crossed paths by the Milky Way
a glance, a nod, and a wink
love then swept their feet
lost within each other's gaze,
the weaver's loom stopped her spin
oxen roamed the fields alone
order came apart
their love became a poison
the king thus bade the cowherd:
"depart henceforth, and return
where you once belonged!"
the lovers held their farewells
but the parting broke their hearts
and so the Milky Way's banks
filled up with their tears
the king, therefore, must relent
to give their love one more chance
for one bright eve they shall meet
at the magpie's bridge
Cowboy rides horse cowboy boots in stirrups
Cowboy hat waving in hand, yeehaw it’s grand,
Cowgirl is on the range! Lasso by corral
Appaloosa horse hurrah! Glad he’s a cowhand.
Dreaming of equipage horse-drawn
Carriage with attendants at wedding,
Hoedown rootin’ good time with
Root beer float, now kiss bride in west heading.
Galloping palomino golden tan coat
Rapid pace fast on each stride,
Cream-colored mane and tail fly high
Fair beautiful daughter sure and firm in abide.
Stagecoach rolls on by, near town Apache Junction
Locomotive sporting cowcatcher grille,
Black Stallion feisty and alive; husband’s
Love abounding in firm steadiness still.
Texas longhorn cattle cowherd on the range
Equestrian horseback riders like cowhide,
Head ’um out, move ’um out, rawhide! Open land wander and graze
Riding habit outfit, western sunset love now wide.
-Subash Khanal
I have such a wish to write
‘Torment camp’
all over the walls of my college
Each professor
stands behind the podium
and shares the sleeping tablet
It’s such an adversity
I come to college
and learn to hate professions of the common man
“Do you want to be a ploughman, without learning?”
– Says the first professor
“Your ignorance leads you to be a cowherd.”
– Says the second professor
“Is it your goal to be a soldier?”
– Says the third professor
“Politics – It’s the same game as prostitution”
– Says the fourth professor
“It’s not obligation to come to college to be a player”
– Says the fifth professor
“And again, the job of teaching is no good”
-says the sixth professor
And so on
My beloved lecturer,
Let me plough the land
Make me learn to be a cowherd
Teach me to serve the nation by being a soldier
Instruct me in the ways of politics
Let’s share the techniques to teach and awaken society
Let me be free to choose my options
We can’t become knowledgeable
being apart from life.
forest bamboo bush
evening breeze's gentle caress
haunting flute melody fills the air
cows searching for its cowherd,
Hare Krihsna,Hare Krishna
Krishna Hare Hare .
Met her first
Where
The meadow stopped
Behind the mountains
Benched on the buffalo's back
A cowherd
Played a riverine tune
Where
The bow-shaped river
Flowed north
The white yachts
Were sailing east
Like the shadow of
A flight of cranes on water
Where
At the market near the river
Away from the crowd
She clutched herself
To keep selling tears
Folks haggled
And gladly bought
The pearl-like tears
It was then I asked her
The reason for such discounted sale
She accounted -
A tree's tears have no value
Only to be burnt to ashes
A seedling grows into a matured tree.
Translated by Prof. Anita Baruwa from the original "Xeh Kotha" in Assamese.
All Round River and waterfall
Land of the harvest,
This is our village
Betelnut and betel's garden.
Home home the granary
Haystack and cowherd,
This is our village
Magw Bwisagu cheerfully and welcome to.
Water from the well water to drag up
In the house bring on waist wrap,
This is our village
As is family.
Early morning wake up the chicken
Harvest in the land of to go,
This is our village
Spade and solution of farming to do.
And so the garden vegetables everywhere
Lai, lapha, mula and etc.
This is our village
Vegetables are not lacking.
Temple, church and bathou festival
Holy, our place of worship
This is our village of bodos
Goibari taijowbari kantalbari, and like the names.
O Cowherd, my fellow cowherd
Let's quickly drag the river walk
Fun walk with the wash cattle
Take the bamboo tube, and charcoal.
Look quick the sun came out midday
Does buck tilak on forehead
Bring mustard oil, to nails.
Don't forget, the calabash of garland and brinjal.
O Cowherd, my fellow cowherd
The house to clean
And don't forget to take the new rope
Today is to reject the old rope.
Let's hurry and brinjal with calabash for dinner,
Let's go forward to cattle digilithi rod to beat.
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.
Obama is a lawyer
Putin a spy zuma a world class
Thieving cowherd
there's a cock that crows in
the morning, it shakes me up
with it's trumpet and resplendent
feathers saying,
"you don't intimidate me with your poems,"
and the cowherd in the old chair,
throws a smile my way, and says,
"cock a doodle doo"
Here is the love story of Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
A romantic ancient Chinese tale of very long
Zhi was a nymph and Niu Lang was a cowherd
Cowherd-nymph love forbidden,secretly wedded.
Had two children, but their happy life ended.
As by the goddess Wang they were detected.
The goddess took Zhi Nu back to the heaven
Niu Lang chased them with his two children.
They were blocked by the milky way- sky river
And the children kept crying for their mother,
Shouting her name, Niu and children wandered
By their pain and grief, the goddess was moved.
She allowed them to meet one day in a year
Could be seen in the sky as Altair and Vega stars
They meet and live happily ever after for a day.
Day celebrated as Qixi- Chinese valentine day.
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** A Chinese love story
August 3, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Ninth Place Win
Contest: A True Love-Poem by P.D.
Music from His flute
A gentle music had flown in the air
that took all souls into divine world
Cows there had been blessed
He was a cowherd, because
He guided all souls to peace
Gave all endless pleasures to them
He was a cowherd, because
He put an end to all devils
rescued all innocent souls
He was a cowherd, because
His music from His flute is a way
to all misguided souls to correct their path
He as a cowherd, because
It is giving wisdom even to fools
It is giving bliss even to sinners
He was a cowherd, because
he led one to the sound of His flute
To reach endless Peace and happy
He was the resting place of our souls
in sorrow and in happiness
On dark hillside
A lone cowherd
Wrapped in his blanket,
Gazed up at the sky,
Dreamed into the night.
A wisp of crescent moon,
A sky full of stars,
In his thought
He was asking:
Does my small fire shine up to the stars?
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