Grazing......... Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD

To feed on the cow, I freed myself.

I tugged the harness to bring it to another pasture, which I believed to be safer, and then I attempted to manage it after leading it to the pasture where the grass grows greener.
for my comfort, and sent to yet another field.
The cow began to move away in the meantime.
Despite my best efforts, I was unable to check.
I felt driven to chase it.
All of my might and energy were insufficient to give it the control I desired.
My inner self muttered, 'To tether the animal is never possible here? ' as my attention finally tended to follow the cow....