In the heart of India, where tradition reigns,A gentle bond between two beings remains.A farmer and his calf, side by side,On a walk that's filled with joy and pride.The calf's soft fur against the farmer's hand,A connection that time cannot disband.With each step they take, a sense of peace,As they wander through fields that never cease.The sun shines bright upon their path,As they leave behind the hustle and wrath.The chirping birds, a symphony grand,As they walk through nature's wonderland.The farmer whispers secrets in the calf's ear,Of dreams and hopes that he holds dear.The calf listens intently, with eyes so wise,As they walk under the vast blue skies.The bond between them is pure and true,A friendship that will forever renew.As they walk together, hand in hoof,They create a moment that's heartwarming and smooth.So if you ever see a farmer and his calf,Take a moment to appreciate their half.For in their simple act of walking together,They embody the beauty of life, forever and ever.
