The Tradesman, Herdsmen, O, Those Footmen From Far-Off Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The sheep grazing in a great number,
So many, and the sun setting down,
The twilight glowing still,
The sheep and lambs grazing

And the inter-provincial nomadic herdsman, trader
In clumsy clothes,
Dhoti and kurta
With a lathi into the hands,
As come to they sometimes
And such a scene rarer to be viewed

And sometimes see I the camel men, the camel herdsmen,
Coming with the camels,
Brown-brown, whitish-whitish and grey,
Just like the horses,
But high and humped,
With the circular neck,
Eating grass

As I do not know it,
Where are they taking them away,
Those traders and camel men
From far-off Rajasthan state,
Braving the wayward fatigue,
Living in bivouacs,
Passing the nights under the attic of the skies
In tents and with blankets

O, you tell me,
Are they in search of pastures greener
Or for something other,
The shepherds and herdsmen,
Coming to, walking down the ways,
On foot,
Taking months in their journeys
With the cattle!