#herder
I am a sheep herder
Everything I say is as feed to a dead horse.
I whisper sweet lullabies with a deep guttural sound
That frightens, yet knows the solemnity of the sky.
I cry to a field of pale auspicious clouds
Then feel the tingling fall and accelerating answer.
Much have I seen in the break of days,
Growth always came after cultivation,
And fields were full of nothing.
How all things stay in similarity and change into variety.
But I am a sheep herder,
And I have no sheep.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
Our world is small
We sense content with little,
We are very small in this paradise of god!
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We know simply ‘how take care of sheep’
and we moved around in search their food,
Because when they become happy and grow
They bless us to prosper!
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People call us nomad!
But we are concern about the life with us!
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When summer approach and snow started to melt,
Green covers spread out on the mountain valley,
We moved from the river valley
And spent the summer there-
to cater the need of our adored friends.
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When snow starts to melt down,
We come down.
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Now things are changing!
Last year we were divested.
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We gather the information
from river water
about snow melting;
and moved ahead.
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But without warning,
thunders come with snow followed by downpour
We have lost our children and many great friends,
Every one suffers!
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Don’t know ‘why weather deceives us’?
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC