The Bull's Nose Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

When I was in class six
I went to the Ganges with my family
for a holy dip
by a hired bullock cart
10 KM away from home
On return journey
One of the bulls started sitting
on the way
an old man was driving the cart
he tried a lot, twisted it's tail
spared stick
but the bull did not stand up.

We were carrying four big jars
of Gangajal
the man picked up one
and poured little water
into the bull's nose …
the bull stood up with a sudden jerk
And started walking
but the bull repeated it's trick
on the way again and again
and the old man continued pouring Gangajal
into its nose
Finally we returned home
with empty vessels.

My journey of life also
similar to this trip
the money I earned in my life
finished like Gangajal
pouring into the bull's nose.