I am a bull Once I was able to produce semen tubeful I was shunted out from a Semen Bank Now my new lord considers me fit enough Only for the cart to pull He gives me these days only his mouthful As he considers feeding me no more useful
Today my lord has chosen to start early Selling hey to the needful He loads the hey cartful Every day he makes me pull I go all around the suburbs That has no source of green fodder
I carry the loads of hay All through the day As and when somebody buys a stack I feel relieved but soon I find myself burdened With more hunger as my lord Hardly gives me any fodder.
I am always in a situation Where I have the fodder to eat But consider reaching it a big feat I am tied to the front of the cart So that I can not reach the fodder I just smell it and imagine eating it I starve day in and day out
When my body gives up I hear only what my lord shouts He then stops and gives me Something to eat and some water to drink.
I do not know how long I can pull this cart But I consider this as my duty As I see my lord's kids waiting for The day's food that my lord brings every day Only in the evening for his family For them the day begins with the night.
The only difference I have with my lord And his family is I remain hungry full day They are empty stomach half a day. I still pull the cart As long as I can Because I am at least useful Every day for some one Than being useful only for a day When I am sent to the slaughterhouse.
Having seen a bull in a real life in Erode Town on 10th May, 2002.
