Sheeps

The flock of hundred sheep,
Passing through those wide&huge roads,
Or fleet away through those small congested lanes.
Leaves away that peculiar animalic fragrance,
Common in goats&buffaloes as well.
Unnoticed by majority,
Yet disliked by me,
Ending up grabbing nose tightly with handker-chief.
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The beautiful wool-ed animals,
Demarcated by their owners,
Through the use of diff.colors,
Or even shaving symbols with blade.
Preventing them to mix&create a chaos around.
Followed by people with sticks.
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The complete'copy-cat'theory performer,
Following the leader blindly.
If by chance the leader slips&fell in a pit,
The whole flock will accompany it there.
The innocent lives,
Some little healthy found in that row.
But some very weak&freak,
To the extent of skeleton getting visible through necked eyes.
The poor souls thrashed brutally with those rods,
Handling by carrier-men,
Without any pitty.
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Controlling the traffic in it's own methods,
They walk on the streets.
Forming their own traffic rules&lights.
Sometimes creating jam&mess,
&sometimes disturbs the smooth run,
Through overtaking or coming in between.
Without getting fined by any government,
Infact,getting standing-ovation from the area police.
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No less suffocating&chaos-making,
When passed through those snall lanes.
Blocking the passer-bys,
&even those small thela-garis.
Creating such congestion in minutes,
that remains unsolved for hours.
Even getting mis-directed&lost.
Found in the boundary of someone else's property i.e house,
Yet no scolding thrashing&fine is to be bear. .
Looking at them inculcate unique feelings from within.
A feeling to do'ku-chi-ku'by holding their silky yet rough fur.
A feeling to shave their extra fur with the razor,
&then make wool from them.
The feeling of sudden hot in summers,
&warmth&cozy feeling in winters.
Yet the skinny ones stoles everytime pity from my side,
With a wish to feed him with his favourite.
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Though they look so innocent,
Yet I think that if the whole herd is distorted,
What disaster it could make?
Destruction of just things&items?
Or even of lives?
Whatever it may be,
It's better not to witness it.
&let them be those innocent&legitimate being.
-Fauzia Afreen