Grazing Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

The cow
I untied myself to graze.
It was led to the pasture,
Where the grass grows greener,
then I pulled the harness
to lead it to another pasture,
was safer, I thought,
Then I tried to control it.
and lead to yet another pasture,
for my comfort.
Meanwhile, the cow started running.
I tried my best to check,
but in vain.
I was compelled to run after it.
All my power and energy were not enough for
controlling it as I wished.
At last, my mind was inclined to go
where the cow was leading,
My inner soul whispered:
to tether the animal
is never possible here? Observing these
Sun is beaming.
Under the curving blue of the Milky Way, water rushes endlessly.
Fresh water turns into salty water, salty water turns into more salty water, rises up as vapour, and falls down as rain due to cold and hot currents.
I can feel it now, everything in the ocean appears and vanishes, forms and blends, continuously.
Both sides are losing the tug-of-war between light and darkness as they are trapped in the twilight.
As a result, every laugh touches a cry, and every cry touches a laugh.
The realisation dawns on me that the greatest poet is the person who brings life to perfection. My life is the most beautiful poem ever written: the wings of love, the truth, the stars...