I had a cow <br />Healthy, strong and <br />Of black colour. <br />She was purely of Indian variety <br />And used to give milk <br />Around five liters a day. <br /> <br />But … <br />There was a problem, <br />At the end of milking <br />She used to kick on the bucket <br />And often tumble <br />The bucket full of milk. <br /> <br />I tolerated … <br />For many months <br />Tried to correct her behavior <br />But failed. <br />I sold her at a throw away price. <br />But kept her girl child. <br /> <br />She became young at my home <br />And one day presented <br />A beautiful bull-calf <br />Regarding milk … she also behaved <br />Like her mother, <br />Started tumbling the bucket <br />Around five liter milk. <br /> <br />Similar to water fearing horse <br />Described in a love story <br />From the book …. <br />‘Betal Panchabingshati'. <br /> <br />Like my bucket tumbling cow, <br />There are lacks of people <br />In our country <br />Having higher qualification <br />And remarkable knowledge <br />But do not share its essence <br />Where it is really required. <br />I think <br />It's the genetic problem.<br /><br />Asit Kumar Sanyal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/problem-11/
