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En route from Dharmapuri To Krishnagiri Amid the tamarind trees There goes a flock of sheep Shaking heads Jumping merrily Hither and thither Behold! there, one man becomes A flock of sheep Evolving in to A black little lamb, A mother sheep munching on paper And a goat kicking another one Among the group There! a flock of sheep That has turned in to a man! Where on earth Are you? Wails the flock of sheep Bleating be..........be......teasingly Tongue brushing ear lobes with ruminating saliva Beside that flock of sheep, Dragging along a wounded right leg, Staring at the sky Standing transfixed, The shepherd was the other person He was a memory Of having been a flock of sheep once... On each path he treads A thousand flocks of sheep passes In joy and mirth Despite being poor at herding The one who happened to stop by Bumping on a lamb that fell down The photostat of a goat With burned legs Lying in the womb of a pregnant sheep He is sleeping... Looking at each bird That flew across the sky He laments That they are his lost sheep Beckoning the crows, sparrows and parrots The birds in turn fly away Frightened As though seeing a hunter The stick he held Was mistaken for an arrow Piercing the ground His prayers, Not to let them fall In to the lakes of the sky Was blocked by the clouds... En route from Dharmapuri To Krishnagiri Amid the tamarind trees There, goes a flock of sheep There, a shepherd !
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
FLOCK OF SHEEP AND THE SHEPHERD
En route from Dharmapuri To Krishnagiri Amid the tamarind trees There goes a flock of sheep Shaking heads Jumping merrily Hither and thither Behold! there, one man becomes A flock of sheep Evolving in to A black little lamb, A mother sheep munching on paper And a goat kicking another one Among the group There! a flock of sheep That has turned in to a man! Where on earth Are you? Wails the flock of sheep Bleating be..........be......teasingly Tongue brushing ear lobes with ruminating saliva Beside that flock of sheep, Dragging along a wounded right leg, Staring at the sky Standing transfixed, The shepherd was the other person He was a memory Of having been a flock of sheep once... On each path he treads A thousand flocks of sheep passes In joy and mirth Despite being poor at herding The one who happened to stop by Bumping on a lamb that fell down The photostat of a goat With burned legs Lying in the womb of a pregnant sheep He is sleeping... Looking at each bird That flew across the sky He laments That they are his lost sheep Beckoning the crows, sparrows and parrots The birds in turn fly away Frightened As though seeing a hunter The stick he held Was mistaken for an arrow Piercing the ground His prayers, Not to let them fall In to the lakes of the sky Was blocked by the clouds... En route from Dharmapuri To Krishnagiri Amid the tamarind trees There, goes a flock of sheep There, a shepherd !
translation- Vijayalakshmi Murthy
kuzhur
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kuzhur
41/M/Indian
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
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