A shepherd looks after the sheep
And takes them to the green open field
Sometimes to the Jungles
Sometimes to the river banks
For feeding them and
Enjoying the lovely hinterland
He calls them through his flute
And binds them with amorous songs
Shepherd eyes at them
And making them on a tack, and
Let not to sink in the flowing river
The dense forest hides them
Creates fear for the venomous snakes
The herds of sheep love master
They do not give suffer and pain
The shepherd feels I love my world
Sheep are my loving children
Let me serve them one and all, and
Any lose of my shining Souls
Oh God! I may not bear for ever
Copyright @Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo Dt: 19.02.2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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