The Yak
In all its glory
In its heavy, massive body
Walked through the green paddy fields
Step-by-step, climbing the hill
It stood mid-way, and glanced around
As if longing for its own ground
…..
Aiming the altitude far
It soared higher
To find its boy
Who wasn’t anywhere to be found
Since days now
…..
Slow, steady, with hope anew
The Yak moved further
Atop the hill, it saw a few men, together
In ecstasy, it made a strange sound
With footsteps faster
It neared them
But Alas, it wasn’t its boy, any of them!
…..
The road had now, met its end
The Yak, saddened, began to descend
For a journey, tougher than before
For it had lost, all hope at fore
…..
With a heart heavier and steps slower
The Yak reached its new shelter
The shelter that wasn’t its home
Where its new master
Sheared it, as and when
and fed it, like a hen
…..
Every morning, the Yak longed too see its boy’s face
For the little talks and mischievous plays
In greed of love and smiling days
…..
The Yak missed its boy, its Master and companion
Who talked to it, while it grazed
Who played with it on the slopy terrain
And took its wool, in Summer, when it gave no pain!
…..
The Yak lived on
In Hope
to see
its Boy,
once again!
…..
Image Credit: Monika Kubala (Unsplash)
Wowwww💚💚 positive one! I pray in the next he meets the boy💚💚
Yeah! I too wish that it meets its boy!
Lovely, Nikita! I wish that it meets its boy☺️💚💚
Thankyou Pooja for reading 💚 and writing your feel 😀😀
And, Nitika it is 🙂
Touching, hopeful and a bewitching read. ❤
And hopefully it would meet its boy one day
Thanks a lot Geeta!!
Even I hope so Jaya Mam
Thanks for reading 🙂