Sheep who roam in ranches, peaks,
Tranquil, as ain’t gutted in
trench;
Shepherd knows, albeit sheep not
few,
Shalt follow clauses they, not eschew.
Shearing fur for their good or
not,
Milk or kill, sheep in cycles are
caught;
Under clause meandered with serenity,
Alas! Few moments of history in
transitory.
Shepherd’s just one, many else
are distinct,
Faces changed & so their work;
Of both the shepherd & of
sheep,
Selfsame clauses, as one swept another
sweep.
So here clauses that makes the
herd,
Think of being in ranch or on
peaks; heard;
Pleasure that lasts not forever,
Same for the rest who think of
being pleasured. 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020