The Cowboys

A hill with a plateau on top,

Having grassy meadow in the middle,

Surrounded by the trees, shrubs, vines,

Deep valleys on both sides steep

Cliffs, straight waterfalls, streams,

A dense forest full of wildlife

Bareheaded, torn half-shirt,

Folded sheet of jute fabric

On the shoulder, stick in hand,

Cowboys from the village at

The bottom of the hills take herds

Of cattle up for grazing

They greedily swallow the grass

With the heads down, fluttering

Ears and wagging tails to keep away

Disturbing flies on reaching the plateau

They sat grinding the morsels

The cowboys finish roti chutney lunch

While the cattle are resting

They sat on rocks, stare at

The cliffs fall, streams, watch

Panorama of the valleys, rivers

Flowing, busy farmers in the fields

Play local games and the flutes

Seldom do cowboys quarrel

But their cattle often fight