The Changing Scenes

It was those days of my childhood That every house had a cattleshed For cows and calves A milkman had his daily visit With his milk vessel which he held tight With his legs while milking Later It was those days when I was in teens Gone were the cattleshed from the houses But the milkmen however had it The milkman used to bring his cow and its calf To the house he visited that then and there itself He would readily milk the cow fresh Later It was those days when I was in college at Madras Gone were the real calves.But to my awe..alas..! A dummy hay-stuffed calf accompanied Cheated was the cow, hurt was my heart to the fullest 'How the cow could stay composed? ' I got upset to the deepest 'With its paining heart all through milking? ' Later It was those days when I was newly married and settled World had already turned too mechanized which nettled That I could get no fresh milk at all Cow became a symbol of a brand on milk packets which With no God's guarantee was consumed by all so much I had no other way than to follow suit Today Which brand to choose is the choice of many Out of many brands of what one likes if any Quality is lost against quantity In my future vision I see no milk packets But per milk-measure in bottles milk tablets Or milk tablets in blister packs for calcium intake