A Country Lane
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, 08-07-2010 at 10:42 AM (996 Views)
Walking on a small country lane,
My company is a homeward-bound buffalo in the evening.
Blue sky wears a corsage of a setting sun on her chest;
rosy clouds are the gowns of the sunset glow.
Carrying a hoe on my shoulder,
I hear a shepherd boy's song floating in the air.
Oh! They are singing now
with a bamboo flute playing faintly.
Smiles written on the faces,
they are humming a country tune,
leaving trains of thought flying in the evening wind.
How much loneliness and despair there are!
They are all gone with the evening wind
and forgotten on the country lane.