English Poem | Two Bulls By Arvind Kumar

Two Bulls – Motty and Himu

Lighted up the golden peaks,
In Himalaya sun arrived,
Birds flying in sky,
 Breeze following behind,
Crackling fire in kitchen,
Seemed village woke up,
Bulls tied outside,
Goat calf jumping around,
Scared hens running over the cow,
 A naughty boy irritating a dog,
On slate roof heard cat’s meow,
In kitchen helping grinding stone,
Green chill fragrance having around,
Seemed icy the house stone wall,
On the sloped path, for water,
Running down a girl,
It is Kumao,
Has been called.

 

A young man learning life skill,
walking with stick behind two bulls,
Both strong as giant rock,
Their look enough to frighten the dark,
Ringing bell, people leaving the path,
Village had given many bravery award,
Jangling bell made alive the path,
for with majesty they going to plough.

 

One bull left other right side,
Tied together plough following behind,
Why young man trying stick,
Lost his temper shouting aloud,
Heard his father rushed to the field,
Always follow you, not my command,
For I treat them son like you are,
standing in front of mountainous bulls,
Which no one could believe,
Touching their forehead,
Cracked up smile,
‘Motty stands left, Hemu stands right,
Look you have reverse,
Why their sides?’

 

Days seems hours,
Weeks seems days,
Life in mountains,
Like mother Ganga’s flow,
One morning Jaky jumping up and down,
Untied cattle, bulls leading down,
All following behind,
Goal calf eager to come,
It’s time to forest,
Everyone knew
Bleating goat behind,
Seemed forgot her soul
The smell of dunk,
Bushes blocking the path
Touch on bull’s back,
Like connected the soul
Treading young boy behind,
All knew where to go.

 

Pine perfume all around,
Brown Needles wrapped the ground,
Dove Cooed on the Oak,
Woodpecker drumming on the Pine,
Crickets, Cicadas playing greeting song,
Shy snake going in a tree trunk hole,
In hurry dancing stream,
Rushing down without any talk,
Cattles’ grass biting and crewing sound,
Why Dove, Woodpecker stopped the music,
Cricket, Cicada not singing either,
Why cattle looked scared,
Not grazing around either,
Heard a roar vibrated the forest,
It was a lion taking the goat,
Motty, Himu turned behind,
In a blink of the eyes,
They hit the lion,
Unaware lion rolling down,
Got on feet roared aloud,
Jumped at Motty,
Sharp teeth half went deep into his neck,
Himu frowned with anger,
When saw brother’s bleeding neck,
Ran like a storm hit the lion,
Both sharp horns stabbed in lion’s back,
Lion growled with extensive pain,
Left Motty turned to Himu,
Thrust front paw into his shoulder,
Sharp teeth seemed stabbed in neck,
Lion growled with pain again,
Turned left saw,
Brave Motty had hit again,
Winning fight with these two mad bulls,
Seems like a cold day in summer,
For a moment lion drifted in thought,
Mountain echoed with a gunshot,
Village gun coming like a thunderstorm,
Lion turned found flood of scream,
Without wasting any moment
Jumped in back of Oak,
Never turned behind.