moo cow and boo cow

November 10, 2006 | Filed Under Poetry, Travel 

came from the village – moo,
to visit her city cousin boo

boo asked her cousin,
“how’s been the pastoral life?”
“how’s been the kids?”
“and how’s been the midwife?” (in cow society the bull fights and the midwife is the real companion)

moo in her sparkling splendor
clumsily crossing the fender
said, “all praise be to god”
“there has hardly been any strife”

but moo was more than shocked
seeing boo’s almost skeletal figure
her hard-working push-up udder bra
while around her neck an ipod shuffled

“boo,” you’ve gone so thin and where’s your bell?”
“why’re you chewing gum instead of cud?”
aren’t you afraid of going to hell?”
asked moo, without any feathers but ruffled

“chill woman, times they are a changin
this is the city you know, the big bad world,
you need to be fit, you need to be thin,
you need to be trendy and need to be in”

“you can’t go about eating anywhere
only from the best bowl of open bin
and you need to stick to diet plastic
and newspaper, for a skin that is paper thin”

“but what about the sweet hindu woman,
she respects you for being so givin,
won’t it break her heart and burn her soul
to see you eat all that thermoplastic resin?”

“oh, she is fine, totally fine
she loves me more than a ton,
i give her dung in a zip-locked bag,
and milk in a date-marked carton”
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Dedicated to harish – who is a normal human being and not to be confused with boo cow or moo cow.

(the poem was a product of a conversation between me and harish.)

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