MY DAILY ROUTINE

Crows cawed in the morn on my roof

Beckoned me to rise from the bed

Finishing daily routine ending in the

Breakfasts .

Cows in my cattle shed warned me

To enlighten them with a helping hand

For filling of their empty stomach with

Sumptuous fodders.

Cuckoo warns me by her coos on my

Garden mango tree top to move the

cattle to the open meadow at my county

Outskirts wherein she'll glorify herself

To make me more coo-fan simultaneously

Feeding herself on the poor parasites in the Fruit King's domains.

The glazing blue jay sitting at the

The pond bank makes noise to appeal his

Partner to prepare for the next generation

Amid the pros and cons pecking a fish.

Black drongo sitting on the back of the cows becomes a rider instead of a flyer

With a steadfast move in search of it's 

Delicious feast in the groves.

Golden Oriole sings sweet songs to lengthen the spring's stamina to last 

Long, off and on, for rejuvenating my

Spirit of guarding my cattles.

Cuckoo's heart touching melody comes

To end while a Greater Coucal heralded

The nightbreak coping with the dazzling Lord of the of sky is about to reach at the

Western horizon by spreading his

Reddish crepuscular rays behind the veil of the floating clouds.

My comfortable nap on the grass field of

The pasture broke off by the interference

Of homesick cattle's moos reminded my

Sincere duty of a herd-master eventually

For commanding them homewards.

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