Cowherd

Once there were plenty of cowherds in the village When there were limited employment and wages to unskilled The poor cowherds lived in penury But they loved the cows and calves they graced They gave them plenty of love and affection Seldom they ate before there cow's stomach in full But the cows were giving limited quantity of milk But plenty of nutrition and fat contents It was sweet and enough for tea in numbers People loved the cow milk for their daily needs The children were the happiest lot They got the best of cheese from the milk The fat membrane accumulated when boiled The children took it clandestinely from the pot How sweet was the milk those days I remember As a member of a family which had number of dwarf cows There were enough space for gracing the cows which was land marked for the exclusive gracing land There were medicinal bushes in the gracing land which helped the milk to be precious and fatty As in other spaces of domestic animals dwarf cows have became extinct on several reasons Gracing land had fully gone forever Human habitat converted it into home compounds with strong stone walls none can enter Not to say the case of cows and its freedom There were large ponds excavated for drinking water Exclusive usage of the cows and bullocks Unfortunate to say the ponds are now dry, not in use Only became dumping pit for plastic waste The people's choice became for the cross varieties where they got large quantity of milk and then money which made the milk more employment and return The poor cowherds have vanished from the scene The changes of life in changes of time many.