Soul of innocence

Dedicated to those poor souls who are bonded by the chains of professionalism 




We were here at first though strange to each other
but policies changed us for the betterment I heard

they told tales about how gud the land was
how fine the breed was and how fine results they got

Also there were folk-tales about foreign breeds
and how when they came in contact they transform our own breed

They enticed us with their foreign lands
and said once vll be there,our milk and products vll change

and though the poor souls were we , we accepted their view
and went on with our grazing 

but somewhere down the lane one of us got sick
but they said he was a sicken cattle and he impured the land

and though the poor souls were we , we accepted their view
and thought it must be a problem with our fellow and the grass must be green

but again and again more went down
thought our masters kept sayng it was our eating habits which took us down

and though the poor souls were we , we accepted their view
and gave them our milk as for an ox its all he has to do .

and though the poor souls were we , we accepted their view
but there came a time when we asked for more grass ,
 to which our masters said its bad for health,
 and less should be consumed or else it will be there no more

and though the poor souls were we , we accepted their view
and saw new cattles being brought into the farm
and promised more grass than they can demand

and though the poor souls were we, we accepted their view
though smiling a little , knowing their grass will also soon be gone

and forgetting about the time when our own souls were pure too
laughing about the new herd Oh what innocent souls they have got..............


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