In
the midst of thinking
herd
It was
neither a dream, nor a
passing vision,
But a reality tinged with emotion
and sympathy.
You prefer
to walk to have
a reprieve
From killing
chores and pressures.
These
days you like the company of
Serene and
secluded, minding their own way,
Harmless; in a way dumb herds of cows
And deer, packed
binds to
that of
Sinister looking mankind who mostly
Thinks in ill harbouring
way.
Ruminating in
their own way,
herd moves
on.
Looking at the
slopes of mountains,
God had
created the flowers and shrubs
For the sake
of animal ken. Ripples
By which they
rest a while
Always move on .This
is a better home.
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