Cow-mother

It is very late in the night. The atmosphere is in deep sleep under the pitch-dark blanket. Most of all have embraced sleep. He has neither wondered nor anxious of sleep not fondling him. His soul has also been covered by a dark cloak. A focus-lost life. Not only there is no answer to the question 'where to?' but also even the question itself doesn't rise.

'No, I am not longing for one more dawn', he was in a stern decision.

But there should also be a way to finish life! How is it?

None, no idea comes to live in mind to finish off life. For a long time, it has been like this, a paralyzed mind and soul. No answer for

anything.......

He stood up and started walking as if he had decided something. Even at that moment, his mind was empty like the vast space. A way to finish.......

It was through the darkness he walked. Didn't know how long he had walked. Only when something flexible touched on his leg, he came to know that he had walked a long way. He felt with his leg to know what laying on the ground.

Haa..Haa..a rope, he remembered the scripture ' seek and you shall find, that is in life but here in the darkness I have found without seeking'.Taking the rope in hand, he began to grope in the darkness, the target was a tree-branch. But, here also, pitch darkness stood before him as a blockade. Anyway, he began to move ahead with the rope in hand. He heard some sounds behind him, in dry leaves, like somebody following. He thought, 'must be a ghost or anything like that, doesn't matter all are angels of death, no problem'.

He had walked a little distance, torch-lights suddenly began to appear in darkness from here and there, they came close and close. Every light was focused to him. Some shouted 'stop there' some other ' catch him'. Hearing some one's big shout from behind he turned back to see what, very close to him, there was a cow. Yes, on the other end of the rope which was in his hand, there was a cow. That was the problem, a burning North-Indian problem.

Within moment 'Cow vigilant' passed the judgment.

In the dawn, it was the man who was enjoying North-Indian open

defecation style under the tree smoking a beedi, saw just above the cud chewing 'Cow Mother', like a jack-fruit tree fruited on its branch, "Krishna's" body hanging down on a rope from the tree-branch.

-----------------Long live Cow-mothers-----------------