I Saw An Old Shepherd 👳🏻‍♂️

I saw an old shepherd along the roadside,

Who wore an untidy yellowish turban.

Sheep gently followed him when he sighed.

Teaches the same work to his innocent son.

As I looked at his son, I felt mercy.

But soon felt that he was more glad than we.



His son was tingling with that mysterious pleasance,

Which we can’t. Even that pious blackness on his face.

The ‘ baa baa …’ of sheep , which he understands.

Our controlled lives never feel that unique grace.

He sweetly smiled and carried a lamb in his arms.

They went but inscribed my heart with those charms.

~Muskan Dahiya ✍🏻