To the open green fields
They graze unflinchingly
He sits pretty cool, relaxed
And watches them munch
On the fresh emerald grass
He finds a safe place
To sit and enjoy proceedings
And the lovely surroundings
On the approach of dusk
He calls the herd back
By blowing his flute
Like the lord’ flute
That throbs the air
The setting sun glints
The vesper sky winks
The flowing river sings
Lovely water pot passes
With cham-cham hum of anklet
Her blushing is lively yet covert
The cowboy feels the spark
The girl waves him from the dark
Copyright@ Poet,30 January,2019