Wow! Who planted these rows of tree and all…
I haven’t seen but he seems to be known.
The trees, as if, all friends, praise him in rustle
Day and night by the winds sweet blown.
It touches my heart as I can see passers-by
Resting on the shadow-deep-dense and green;
And other than this, if I look, find here-by
A grazing field and a distant forest-margin.
The cows have gone away; some are in game;
And by the day-end I need to go all along!
The lovely trees are calling me by name;
Being a cow-boy, how can I sit for long?
I have to return the cows to their shed,
Before the sun becomes just setting-red.
© Pallab Chaudhury