The boy in the back-alley
pushed the goat and swayed
some green leaves in front of it.
Out of greed or hunger
the goat moved a bit.
Since Saturday afternoon
I heard weeping of another
Sometimes very loud, sometimes muffled...
The animal knew the time had come.
When rain came in the evening
Its weeping got mixed with the raindrops
Many don't notice that the sound of the drops differs;
When it falls on the ground in the beginning
It is more like a loud cry;
And later it just weeps incessantly
without giving a break.
Lucknow, India
pushed the goat and swayed
some green leaves in front of it.
Out of greed or hunger
the goat moved a bit.
Since Saturday afternoon
I heard weeping of another
Sometimes very loud, sometimes muffled...
The animal knew the time had come.
When rain came in the evening
Its weeping got mixed with the raindrops
Many don't notice that the sound of the drops differs;
When it falls on the ground in the beginning
It is more like a loud cry;
And later it just weeps incessantly
without giving a break.
Lucknow, India
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