POEM

Gentle giant of the fields

— Kalyan Kumar Dutta,
VKV Kharsang.

In fields of green, where wildflowers sway,
A gentle giant roams, day by day.
With coat of brown, and eyes so bright,
The cow grazes on, with peaceful sight.

Her moos echo through the countryside,
As she wanders, with a gentle stride.
Her large ears flapping, in the breeze so light,
She chews her cud, with a contented sight.

Her horns curve up, in a gentle arc,
A symbol of strength, in a gentle dark.
Her hooves leave prints, in the earth below,
As she moves slowly, with a gentle flow.

In the sunshine, or in the rain,
She grazes on, without a single pain.
Her beauty shines, in a rustic grace,
A gentle giant, in a peaceful space.

Her milk nourishes, and her meat sustains,
But her true gift is her gentle reign.
For in her eyes, we see a peaceful soul,
A gentle giant, who makes us whole.

So let us cherish, this creature so fine,
And treat her with kindness, all the time.
For she gives us life, and a gentle grace,
A gentle giant, in a peaceful place.