Pastureland Poem by Naveed Akram

Pastureland is soft now that the rainfall concluded,
The ley became softer when the storm elapsed.
Exotic yield redeemed the granger and hooked onto it,
Shafting the crows as the payoff, the final payment.
A pasture was formed for the stomaching of goods,
The cattle tutored us into cogitating on those deeds too prominent.
May we render deaf the animate being refusing us
Our food for our cattle, so brave in importance.
The ley is concentrated in nourishment for them,
Inside this information system we turn up soil.