Shepherd in Summer
On the banks of Son A shepherd guides His fleet of sheep. No sheep knows Which way it is; Sandy land it is, Yellow-greyish. All farmers are out In their respective lands To plow it. What job has does this shepherd? Its the month of jeth and 'loo' Who needs him and his sheep. The shepherd talks to his sheep: "We will have our days for sure; Someday tomorrow, 'agahan' (margsheersh:December) will come Till then, we have to wait, Amidst the grassy diyara (river banks). Dated: 12 May,2011 Translated from my Bhojpuri poem जेठ मा गडरिया http://chhalaktepaimane.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_12.html