A Village Hero Poem by umaprosad das

Hundreds of cattle; buffaloes behind the herd
Are driven from the pasture to their homeward
By a village hero of around twelve years old
Strong, stout, shiny black, happy, jolly and bold

Sitting on the last buffalo, singing a folk song
In between giving command to follow along
The muddy road to his subjects, if does break
Path or discipline, by strange beckons to check

His subjects belong to cow, goat, buffalo, bull
All are in discipline, obeying the commands full
Little master, students and his unique expertise
Beyond doubt of education, a teacher of wise

He is the real king, best among the human beings
No sorrow, no thought for tomorrow, a few things
Whatever he has the belongings, is satisfied the most
The happiest lad in the world, a person of boast