I know why a tethered goat bleats

I know why a tethered goat bleats

Controlled by the length of a rope,

Yet greenery for a better meal in its hope,

It reaches in vain to touch it,

And within imagination it salivates

And then suffocates in reality-

Suffocates with desires of a good meal

Suffocates with a struggle

And with the vanity of its efforts.

As starvation strike it like the lightening,

It bleats;

As thirst parches its throat

It bleats;

As scorching sun lashes it with cruel rays

It bleats;

As the dampening shower fall upon its body

It bleats;

Indeed, for myriad reasons,

It just bleats.

Happiness or sadness

Pain or pleasure

Hot or cold,

Those  don’t matter

For it just bleats!

Concealed in its dumbness

Blossoming are the flowers of a reason

Within the audibility of its voice;

There is a speech it conveys;

There is a talk it talks

But who cares?

Bleating is just a bleating

And it is the stupidity of a goat

But I know why it bleats!

It bleats to embrace the greenery

That its sight touches;

It bleats for all reason

And among all,

It bleats to herd the owner that tethers,

It bleats to remove the reins of rope

And walk

Jump

And graze as it wishes.