Shayari Bazar

The AssI woke and rose and slipt awayTo the heathery hills in the morning grey.In a field where the dew lay cold and deepI met an ass, new-roused from sleep.I stroked his nose and I tickled his ears,And spoke soft words to quiet his fears.His eyes stared into the eyes of meAnd he kissed my hands of his courtesy.“O big, brown brother out of the waste,How do thistles for breakfast taste?“And do you rejoice in the dawn divineWith a heart that is glad no less than mine?“For, brother, the depth of your gentle eyesIs strange and mystic as the skies:“What are the thoughts that grope behind,Down in the mist of a donkey mind?“Can it be true, as the wise men tell,That you are a mask of God as well,“And, as in us, so in you no lessSpeaks the eternal Loveliness,“And words of the lips that all things knowAmong the thoughts of a donkey go?“However it be, O four-foot brother,Fair to-day is the earth, our mother.“God send you peace and delight thereof,And all green meat of the waste you love,“And guard you well from violent menWho’d put you back in the shafts again.”But the ass had far too wise a headTo answer one of the things I said,So he twitched his fair ears up and downAnd turned to nuzzle his shoulder brown.