She is white, the color of milk
Her skin is soft, just like silk.
She wanders here and there
Looking for grass everywhere.
But the grass is dry, water is scarce
Leaving her thirsty and scared.
While she walks even longer
Looking for food, crying with hunger.
A man rushes in, to offer her food
Her lips water, changing her mood.
She moves for it, to grab a bite
But whoosh of a hunter, hold her tight.
She remembers the sound
Its her owner, shouting loud.
He milks her in the morning
And leaves her calf hungry.
Using her to make money
To revel in luxury and honey
She is left with seething anger
To see her calf dying with hunger.
Making her pale and even whiter
Her milk looks more like water.
She hates her body, her milk
Which is no more like silk.
Her milk was a boon but became a curse
Making matters even worse.
Soon, she will stop giving milk
Her dead calf be sold, she will sulk
She tries to forget the past like yesteryear
Hoping the things to turn better next year
She continues her mundane life
Till it is time to die.
She will then be freed of this man
Or may even be born as human.
She wants to be born as his son
To flounder his money,
To leave him begging for penny
To make him dead with hunger and disdain
Then he will remember her in vain
The poor cow who never complained.
But who knows what will happen in future
The truth is present, which is bitter.
She has to endure this for a while
Till seasons change and she feels better
Then she will be white, the color of milk
Her skin will be soft, just like silk.