A cowboy living in an ancient cottage,
Trends his cattle in the harbour of my heart;
Plays with my tender thoughts,
Dances merrily with my applauds,
Talks as if he were a bard
Keeps an eye out as a guard...
He looks after all my lovely wisdom
As I am blithe of mundane things:
As I am an icily human beings
He waits upon freely in my Kingdom.
When I begin to try to ride the scree,
Oh! the cowboy is tumbling all around me
Being a wall of protection, he drives away
All the evils that peeps through my eyes,
Repulses all evil forces from my skies:
No one could count such a bravery of an inner boy
And who could dare it to deploy! !
©® Saiful Sirnwel
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In all spheres of human race, there lives an inner spirit that leads a poet to compose verses focusing the surrounding as well.