Cow Herds And Gracing Land. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The good green meadows ever lost
The good green gracing land ever gone
The precious home grown lovely cows
The lovable cattle the small ones
Those had an existence in village
But ever gone from memories of me
Those days of crowded cattle herds
In hills and valleys they enjoyed life
The green grass and abundant water
The people gave them the lot of love
Fodder, water, the villagers gave
Honey like milk, and cow dung they returned
A drop of milk so nutritious those time
There were plenty of cows and cattle sheds
The gracing lands converted to habitats
The cows have gone for ever from fields
The rings that rang from the bull's necks
A forgone memory of the past, but relevant
'Survival of the fittest' the world tells
'Survival of the mightiest'the world order
Cultural changes a routine process
Accepting the change the human habit
But look a while the cultural changes
The good heaven of village culture losing.