The Silent Hooves on Roads

Silent Hooves

 I am just a cow, yes, the same one you write about as "Cow is our Mata" in essay writing competitions, winning the best writing awards. Yes, the same one that may be your milking machine.

I don't have a brain to think, but I can feel. But to whom should I share it or complain? To whom should

I write my complaint letters? To my grandmaster who just uses me for milking by injecting Bomine, without even asking if I had dinner last night or not?

Or to the Creator who blessed me with four legs but didn't give me a four-feet place? If He had given us a little bit of a brain, we could definitely learn human languages and ask everyone, "Hey there, where should I go?" Not to your home and definitely not on the road or in your garden.

I am just a milking machine, and even my son didn't take a sip, but you did. I don't even know where he is or how he's doing in his career. I wonder, is it okay to eat peas with plastic bags? Maybe that's why the big brains throw them with all.

Okay, no problem! I'm giving you space, sir. Wait, it's my right leg that has been bitten by dogs. Just wait a minute. Please don't blow the horn. Giving you space.

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