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Herding .....Sheeps !
When the Sun arising in the horizon powerfully,
Moving through the paths......
Herds of helpless sheeps....their cries
Their Silent lamentations with the shepherd's shouts !
Their Noises breaking the silence on the way !
A Journey through the path directed by Shepherd,
They were in a path unknown ahead,
They are new travellers on the old routes,
Their shepherds were trying to find a way without introductions,
They asked same question to all strangers,
"To which place is this way goes?"
Answers shed light on many places,

Their eagerness to reach somewhere,
A journey leading to nowhere,
The emotions of walking .....centered on certain destinations,
Synchorhnizations that balance their sighs,
The coherence and moving rhythm of sheeps.....
As they walk through marshy and dried places
The Sheperd's eyes wander for the lake ,to cleanse the dust that have been dissolved in the wool,
The shepherd's jerky walk with utensils -and nets hanging,
Safety equations for their sheeps as nets and dogs,
When the shepherd goes down to the lakes for bathing them;
Chooses food and feeding them,
Thus he is melting in a rare blessing !

In some accidents during the journey,
When blood soaked sheeps lay in the middle of road,
Their motionless body and last breaths,
With bodies without souls and minds,
Exposes the illusory glories of life,
The corpses of the dead sheep are destined to be carried on their shoulders!,
In his Indifference to the tears of the other sheeps.....,
There arise so many worthless breaths..... of both !

In the world of hypocrisy, with a mind seeking its abstinence,
Their eyes are without pride or confidence,
staring at the earth,
They ,As eloquent Travellers on the Infinite way,
Crounching and shrinking in journey through
the invincible flat roads !,
These innocents...... like those who crash into the silence of infinity,
The same indifference though they are included in a group,
They do not have separate faces..or expressions,
Even when walking with the support of a band,
Yet this journey has a rare beauty,
There is comfort and charm !,
Unaware that his journey is also a search of his own soul, the shepherd just gets excited about it !,
Those who have made life a journey.....
Wandering without knowing the pulses of journey !
Though they gaze in the grass fields for food,
The masters of clothing rugs !!
In the fences of shepherds,
Their orderly life is curious to watch,
The workload of shepherd is reduced with dogs as Securities,
lying in the tent and cooking food is done half-heartedly,
Palpitations .... of Instability .......of speed !
The air which surrounds with aimless goals!

However a journey lasting upto certain months,
After that everything has to be handed over to the sheep farmering places,
The wool will be ready for cutting;
then it will be cut and sent to the woolen mills,
Using Spinning machines;
The woolen fibres are spun into yarn,
Process it in commercial drums for shearing, cleaning ,carding, weaving, knitting, dyeing;
Woven into fabric, which are ready to be shaped by the designers ,
New cloths are made out of it,

When their journey is interrupted by exhaustion ,in search of a ground,
And when finding a ground and approaching the destination,
The shepherd also enjoys building tents and cooking,
In the leisure hours he is busy with the pastimes of dogs and sheeps,
His aggression and the dog's action coincide in parallel !
The fear of sheep's mind struggling to get relief in front of the Shepherd's aggression and sticks,
The life of shepherds and the flocks....in their tents....with in their fence
Just like an enigma..... remembering Imperfections.......
As if an unspeakable sobbing noise has still going on in silence !!
But whoops were erupted from their tents ......even if without celebrations !!!

© Uma.V.S