The message is moving

Disconnect your discontent

After all you have said and did

And what all you had sowed and cut

After all you cried and laughed for

When you walk with your cattle mowing

On the uphill pastures rustle like forlorn memories;

A cow with large black eyes looks back

To understand why your face grow

Dark with an unlettered sorrow

It tries making a task of a talk.

'No meaning in the down hill slopes

When you come up leaving many unearned kisses;

One ought to face multiple misses

After all you have said and did

And much all you had mowed and chewed

You would be here and there

Wherever and whatever you hunt,

The message is moving not staying.'

You disconnect your discontent