A cow was tied to a peg
But allowed to go on its legs.
Its rope moved in cycle.
It grazed inside this circle,
More grass was available,
Beyond this limited circle,
But the rope in motion
Laid the line of its action.
In the place of this cow,
One’s life also fits in how?
Life is tethered to an object
That controls the subject.
How many have the courage,
Or, more strength at any age,
To break this stale bondage
That shackles at every stage?
An opportunity comes once
In one’s life, by chance.
If it’s missed by an error,
Then, it’s lost forever.
Rajaram Ramachandran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cow-tells-its-story/
