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I saw the bull, he was standing in the sun,

he saw me too, and then made a little turn,

he threw his legs apart, as wide as he could,

and looked straight up, up to the sky so blue.



And suddenly he went , flying straight into the air,

as if he was free, without any care,

he flew as if he was trained, as if it was not the first time,

i was sure by now, he had a plan in mind.



I wondered if my eyes were playing any game,

I looked around to see who else saw the same,

there were people about , but no one seemed to look,

this bull was now over my head, and in the air it stood.



Taking a deep breadth, he raised his tail,

I knew what he would do, such things you can never fail,

he seemed to smile, as it threw out his waste,

it blinded my eyes, I think I even got it's taste.



And then I heard a voice,from that creature in flight ,

he said " your name is roshana, hope I am right,

I am sorry for what i did, but you ought to be sorry to,

BrotherBobby sent me here, to do this to you.



I was his pet bull, never thought I would fly,

but then sometime last week, he said I could if I try,

I learned flying from him, and did well in the tests,

and then he gave me your country, your house, your address.



The rest is I am sure you can easily guess,

but before i leave you,your brother has told me to say,

that if you went to shiraz, ever again in your life,

the next time shall i come, along with a cow,my wife.



So by this I leave you, with your lesson upon your face,

I hope I again do not have to come to this place,

I hope you have learnt that what you did was not right,

and now bye bye roshana, I have to reach India by night."