Whole night,
I have been pegged away from my mother,
In morning, I was hungry!
He came, tied legs of my with a tight rope,
And took all my food away! !
Intermittently, he would free me to be with my mother,
And I would ran to her!
But alas!
Hardly could I have few iotas of my food,
He would peg me again with wood;
And I would be filled with pain!
When his quota of extortion is full,
He would finally free me, but for nothing left, again! !
I would rush with lightning speed,
Fill my stomach with whatever left,
My mother, an ocean of affection!
Full of tears in her eyes she wonders,
As why her son is so deprived forcefully,
And often only when she is ready with food for his son! !
When I am grown up now,
Wise and able to analyse,
I want to know the reason of supremacy of human over all other helpless sentinels!
Why the Creator is so cruel,
Could someone tell me, now!
Is it because i am a calf and my mother a cow! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem