A Boy & His Lamb Poem by narasanna n narasanna n

In the earth shaped like an apple
In the east is shining india like a jewel,
In the southern part of this jewel
There is glowing KARNATAKA like a pearl.

In the southern part of this pearl
There pulsating is BANGALORE-the city unparallel
With pleasant atmosphere and salubrious climate,
Oh! it is karnataka's crown! nay! heart!

This heart has numerous arteries by name roads
Bedecked with flowery trees on either sides
Neat and trim, and pleasant to stroll along
Vanivilasa road is one name among.

Oh one cool morn of november along this road
A boy is walking holding a pretty lamb by a cord,
Oh look! the lamb suddenly stopping moving afar,
Refusing to go with the boy with whom it walked sofar

Look! the boy pulling, dragging the lamb with force,
The lamb resisting, opposing with equal force,
Oh! it is a tug of war between the lamb and the lad
No one winning, no one losing, what a fun to behold!

Tired of pulling, dragging the lamb by the yarn,
Now, the boy is trying drawing by its little horn,
Having failed, look! he is attempting drawing by its tiny ears,
Wearied, now he is struggling to haul over his shoulders.

But the naughty lamb is jumping off the shoulders,
The boy is thrashing it with a stick with all his powers.
Now, the boy is striving to hold it in his arm pit,
The lamb kicking and slipping with all its might

Some one passerby is asking the hapless boy,
''Where are you taking the unwilling lamb? ''
Boy is replying ''to sell off to butcher's shop''
All people exclaiming 'how cute is this lamb though dumb? '

Now, the boy has began his fresh attack,
By pushing, shoveling the lamb from its' back,
Now, the boy is twisting dragging by its tail backside front,
Tired, abusing with all his vocabulary, doing affront.

The little lamb donot want to die, it wants to be alive, leave
The passers by told the boy'donot take it to butchery'
But the boy is not , in need of such symphathetic advice,
For sellingof its' meat alone bring him day's rice.

After some introspection, the boy has begin to coax the lamb,
He is patting, petting and calling endearingly by a name,
Offering some green, making sound like a lamb,
No! it is not moving, it is giving resistance some.

The day is becoming hot, allready too hot by all standards,
So much the boy struggles, as much the lamb shrugs,
Suddenly the boy is prostating before the naughty lamb
Weeping and narrating his woe as though to his friend!

Lo! to the astonishment of all the yeanling is moving forward,
It it moving, a-bouncing, a-dancing merrily with the lad,
Who says sheep is heartless ignorant being!
To die for happiness of a boy, it is going!

[based on a news paperreport- -udayavani]

narasanna n
bangalore