Being ignored in Bengaly, is a chance to look about,
knowing no answers are required, enjoying the scenery
behind their house.
There a few buffalo roam along with white cranes in a
marchland, filled with green foliage, rain has left
much water among the grass for wild animals to drink.
Loving to watch quietly as buffalo are grazing, eating
all day and long into the night, respecting their being
here and not being extinct, thanks to people in India
protecting them.
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Loving to watch quietly as buffalo are grazing, eating all day and long into the night, respecting their being here and not being extinct, thanks to people in India protecting them. Thanks to them million times. Can you imagine that one day our grand children would ask questions about what is the elephant of a buffalo? So sad Thank RoseAnn for your sincere feelings.