Through The Eyes Of An Old Bull
"Life is life--whether in a cat, or dog or man. There is no difference there between a cat or a man. The idea of difference is human conception for man's own advantage." ~ Sri Aurobindo
I
was born to a mother of an unknown father
The world and his wife welcomed me happily,
I saw my mom gazing at me with
the tears joy
It was hard to grow with lone parents
But
lucky to have good owner to feed us.
I
always wanted to grow and experience the world
Filled with curiosity I was for, worldly
The time passed and I too grew
the
man was so cruel to take my share
that I didn't get enough milk, so I ate grass.
Later I got used to grass and knew I was born for grass.
My owner
took my mom to different grazing pasture,
for me it was just like going for a tour
I
really enjoyed experiencing new things every moment.
Unfortunately, gloominess crawled in me,
When I was three and a half
my
owner sold me for one thousand and one,
an unknown
customer far from behind the hill.
I didn't believe that now I was leaving
And
also I didn't want to go
When my mom heard the news of our departure
She couldn't do anything apart from crying desperately,
I couldn't tolerate her tears
Promising myself to stand still and not to go,
I
prostrated ahead my owner not to sell
And I bowed ahead an unknown customer not to buy,
But it seemed their decision had been already decided.
Then,
my mom was taken to our shed
When my silky rope was replaced by another,
I
looked at my mom and she turned away to hide her tears.
Now the customer pulled me for his way,
Despite his peerless effort I stood strong, not wanting to go
Unfortunately,
I felt an untold pain of stick on my back
It was my owner beating me all with his anger.
From
front I was pulled till my head couldn't resist
and from back I was pushed with intolerable pain.
Really unbearable for me it was to separate from my mom
since the departure of great pain was insufferable.
Finally my legs accepted the departure.
I
reluctantly followed my new owner leaving my beloved ones behind
though my heart yearned for those glory days
I
had to receive and respect their orders.
We had to walk for the whole day
I was exhausted without food and water for a day,
On the way
they took their lunch not thinking of me
I just looked up in the sky and wished to be there.
On
the way we met stream for water
I drank as much as I could to
replace for the tears I did shed,
The time passed and the day was getting darker
It
was only during the night that we arrived to their destination,
I could hear them blaming me for the late.
That
night was sleepless and thoughtless night
Sometimes I could feel my mom feeling me
it was so hard to live a life of isolation.
Dusk
turned to dawn and dawn to day.
Staying there for a couple of days
I
met with a friend of my age from far,
He too
shared the sad stories of my own.
We were trained for our ability
and we killed tough time getting adjusted.
Later
when we grew stronger
like horse we were loaded with packs
and
like tractors we were made to plough fields.
We really had
uneasy time for our survivor
Aches
and pains, that always bathed our bodies
Aches
and pains, that never left us.
Now we are near the death’s door,
Our
bones had withered and turned weak
Our energies had gone
exhaustion
And it’s really hard, even to get a bite of grass. \
They
don’t give much attention to us,
when they talk of our
uselessness at this stage
it is unbearable for us to hear.
The
pain really touches depth of our hearts.
This pain is eating away our souls,
And I know the day will come
When
my components will depart,
My flesh will be bitten
by them,
My
blood will be drank by them,
My offal will be eaten
by them
My bones will turn to ebony ashes,
And
alas! My soul!
My
soul will be wandering in search of
my
components, never in peace.
But before I get into that time,
God! my presence was never wrong
I
have been serving since my time
And now I will die without regret,
But before I turn to ashes
Please give me the final chance to meet,
To
meet my beloved mother.
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