Etched in smoke, burnished by olden sun,
The runner grasses wave below into maze,
For eyes in cloud to clutch on mottled vermin,
Higher in stations, a judgement for all grazer,

Pleated feathers arched in weightless stone,
Are blades as steely as any burnt ploughmans
And airs that break, lift hawk far into sun shone,
As quake of earth strikes up a still haired louse,

For blades of green shall call, bleed in grasses
And whisper will shout, downing smallest might,
Tiny beasts who crawl among waveing masses,
To hawk over hill, sheering in raiments of light.

Etched in smoke, burnished by olden sun,
The runner grasses wave below into maze,
For eyes in cloud to clutch on mottled vermin,
Higher in stations, a judgement for all grazer,

Pleated feathers arched in weightless stone,
Are blades as steely as any burnt ploughmans
And airs that break, lift hawk far into sun shone,
As quake of earth strikes up a still haired louse,

For blades of green shall call, bleed in grasses
And whisper will shout, downing smallest might,
Tiny beasts who crawl among waveing masses,
To hawk over hill, sheering in raiments of light.

Executive decisions, from the divine commission, hope yall listening,
While the winds whistling, tryna score points to anoint, to a christening,
Knowledge is power, and dont grow sour, plant the seeds, see the flower,
Of my infamous prowess, I suggest yall take it as a diss, cry out a nemesis,
My thesis, the coldest new genesis, yo I hope yall feeling this, styles crisp,
Deeper than an abyss, penetrate a kiss, from my girls lips, rock the hips,
Uh im loving it, hovering it, complications lead to fragile destinations,
Of creation, never stop my station, of the visions focus like a Mason,
No need for chasing, women no ***** wasting, begins a facing,
Off with the temptations, papa was rocking them stones, all alone,
My gems was dropping, topping out all over the fashion flavaz, grazer,
Of the universe, I'm Berius growing furious, at the young earth,
Since my birth, I gotta mission, enlighten the souls of the people, before I vanish,


A chosen child, amongst the wild, pack a linguistic of Kyle, southpark,
Only walk outside when it's dark, in the park, happy as a lark, catch the spark,
From the falling stars, yo do they know who we are, DMX, swift when I plex,
Push the lex, let the dome lights sparkle my baguettes, never hit cigarettes,
Only to cigars I lit, boss hit on some mafiaso type ****, hype my pitch,
When I spit, watch the demons circle around, catch me dreaming,
I'm intervening life and death, in between and, it got me fiending,
Like a ****** like my womens chunky, in the *****, slim waist with hour glasses,
Tidy up my stashes, no hashtaggin this, I keeps it 100 with my fans man,
And I hope yall understand, if I die I'll still be amongst the presence, as a stand
Like michael peeling back the pain bands, see the masses in my hands,
They dont give a **** about us, see how the many hole I could poke, in justice,
Just as, look at the chaos that spins like taz,  manian devils, lookin for rebels,
We gate keepers of the mice galaxies, so why dont you follow me,
If you ain't scared of mockery, and probably I be marked like Jesus at 33,
Higher the degrees, the deeper the seas, I dont wanna drown, pass up forth downs,
All around I left my soul to be found, at the lands of only, where the enlightened can be found,

In the heart of the hinterland,
herd of cattle moving to the meadow music of  the cattle grazers,
intrinsic connection to it's humble roots in the reeds and soils of  motherland.

The flow of the rivers,
the parched hamlets,
the long hours of morning sun ,
the pastures live with the jingling bells
all of it aligned with nature as one.

The ranchers whistle heard loud and clear,
the livestock moves without fear,
humble beings with brightly tied turban heads,
leading them swiftly from forage lands to river beds.
He knows his land very well,
in harmony with nature he will dwell.

Out on the plains when the music springs,
Smoothing the cattle into the carpets of greens,
the humble cowherd sits in peace,
basking under the sunshine,with a sigh of relief,
nurturing the cattle for the day , a little worry shall cease.
for they will look after his need,
a act of mutual friendship indeed.

When days work is done from dawn to dusk,
Onto his bed he will tuck,
A silent promise the cattle grazer will make ,
for the love of his livestock every action he will take,
Come rain come shine,
when the seasons are rough and days are tough,
from far or near or from hill tops high to feed the cattle till he die .

@MRUNALINI NIMBALKAR