Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Livestock. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Before the cross breeds on cows
The new generation cows milking machines
There lived and grown the little cows
Different varieties, different colors
Tamed well and perfectly beautiful
Loyal to humans, their own masters
Lovely to the women who cared them well
Little they expected to survive in world
Small intestines and contented in gracing
They seldom attacked for a bargain
Always loved the owner with so much good feels
Different names called by the farmer
Spots of white and red or varieties of color
The skin was oily appeared and shined
The beautiful calves surrounded the mother
The milk sucking little ones so fascinating
The cow dung, good milk, they gave
Little quantities of milk sufficient to homes
Now things changed and cows the milk making machines
Where Live stocks are treated for monetary gains
And plenty of milk that to be supplied
The cows have no feeling at all
The modern varieties the cross breeds all over.
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