Cry of a calf!!!

The darkening evening is greeted by time, as from their sweat stained work all the rural souls return to their humble homes, as I do from a refreshing walk in this lush heaven. To their shed, the cattle on their meek way where with reverence they are tied and fed. Heartwarming was the phasing of dusk into the chilly night, when lighting a bonfire outside, me and my relatives sat in the warmth s embrace, the light from which shimmered on the cows humble faces. In the silent moments amid conversations, the cows mild rumination grace my ears, and follows this sound a distant moo. Heed I didn t this poignant sound, till from the shed, ensued, a similar response and some moments through I perceive that a mother cow was missing her calf. A marvel was this interaction of two souls whose presences were a misty darkness apart. With torchlight, two of us walked out to the road, the broken and grassy road starting to drench by the air s dewy touch catalyzed by a cloudless sky where curtained was the view of stars by the haziness amid which the moon adorned a misty aura. With its offering harvested, the field lay barren, where, in the distance, a speck of bonfire, grace the darkness. Even the mildest of breeze pierces the bones as devoid of streetlights even the faintest of light pierces the darkness. With gentle sounds of their paws on the grassy road, a few stray dogs rushed past us. The poignant cry s trail was coming to an end, as it sounded nearer and nearer but as if out of sudden pain the cry turned frantic with a blend of barks, growls and bray and to reinforce our fears our light shone upon the scene, where those dogs were attacking the helpless calf while its head caught between a steel fence while trying for a bite of some plant. Brutal scratching and biting ensued till we drove them off, Bleeding from its neck and legs, its body moved little, and a delicate task it was to get its head out of the fence. A few minutes of effort bore fruit but barely could it stand out of pain by the bleeding and the skin-biting cold. As we carried it home, some thoughts spouted that on one s helplessness its easy to feed, but on his helplessness not many care to feed him, in which respect we humans, though having thousands of years of unethical history, can harness superior conscience when affection and caring caters to our survival. We approached the shed, so was the mother cow s desperation to an ending, as portrayed by her strong stare and her erect ears. Leaving the calf to her care I could see her licking the calf s bruises and I pondering on this humbling experience. Back on the bonfire, I turn my eyes and my mind upon the conversations, beneath the wintry sky as we sat and relished the fire and company s warmth. ============================================================================ A slave, a master s cruel dominion, he serves,

his mind clogged with helpless despair, once a nightmare woke him out of his nerves, he realize, he wakes up again to a nightmar ======================================================================= you ve got a job or are you still a student? is one of the many questions that have crossed, over the vivid line of my embarrassment, answers from me are concocted and forced. A lie fed here and the truth shared there, products, they are, of my confused mind, a solution that time, surely won t bear, as I bear a burden, with fear maligned. Sympathetic advises and blessings from up there are presumed to be of some motivating aid, but ears sympathetic I ve found none to share my passion that they so scornfully negate. Still lingers a dream but all its mellowing against social taboos with my efforts; till to breathe my passion, hopes now haunt, I m trying to reason a result, they shall taunt.

Each night, with mixed emotions I shiver as thoughts of my friends getting settled ravages my spirit and I turn ragingly eager, against jealousy and disappointment I battle. A future s road studded with varying precision, that narrows all interests to fewer choices, with knowledge, demeanor and tactful decision, hope time heeds my yearning voices.