It was a near miss, this fruit
But when the wretched owner of the orchard
Looked away, I managed to grab it
It looks green, firm and shiny.
My mouth waters
I rush the fruit to my mouth
Well, a little salt would help
But small pleasures in a cow herd’s life
Can’t wait for trivial things
But, on the way , he snatched it!
The spoilt son of Yashoda!
“You thief!” I scream
He runs like a little piece of lightning
Down soft meadows and marshy fields
I give chase, Alas! Am no match for him!
Abruptly he stops and turns towards me
I almost trip and hit my toe
The thief! The bully! The little rascal!
He then takes a noisy bite
Out of my hard-earned fruit
“Hey!” I scream again
This time in concern for his baby teeth
He smiles and my head swims
He hands over the half- bitten fruit
And that’s how this cow herd
Got to eat the world’s tastiest green guava.
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