The lost youth

                                The Lost Youth





Ever seen the sheep ,tied to the pole?

gaily grazing within the limits,

gifted by the ropes, so short..

thanking the master for the treat.

does the poor soul know its fate?

to be milked, till her udder dries..

then ,she sees the knife so sharp

recalls the joy in masters eyes,

when the grass had made her plump..

too late too late it is now,should have

broken loose, when still YOUNG.

thus ends the tale of many a sheeps,

who had opted to live ,with the flow





Roshan N