Better Pasture

I herd sheep in a beautiful meadow

They graze in full freedom

Till their belly is full

I watch them walk looking for better pasture

Even when they need no more

I do not say a word

I watch them and just let them be

I squeeze my eyes

And look at the other side of the river

Now, ain’t the other side of the river more beautiful?

Ah! I sigh taking in the nature’s beauty

Sakteng it is called

Maybe one of earth’s heaven it is

My sheep have all gone for better pasture

But I don’t want to make another choice

Right here is my heaven

River flows with a peaceful calm

People work in natural harmony

And I, this stranger in this place

Gulp in this moment’s peace as I say

There is never a greener pasture.