In India, standin’ there in Silvassa town
Watching that young boy on his motorbike
Yelling to his friend, not looking where he’s going
Just youth and laughter and a dusty afternoon
Then the world went sideways with a thud
Boy and bike sprawled across the path
And there stood the cow, rattled but unhurt
Starin’ down at the mess he’d made
Now here’s where it got interestin’
Folks came runnin’ from everywhere
But they rushed right past that groanin’ boy
Checkin’ the cow with gentle hands and soft words
“Are you alright, dear one? Easy now”
Only when she gave her approval
Did they turn their attention to that careless rider
And brother, that’s when the scolding started
‘Cause that’s how it goes when the sacred walks among you
You check the cow before you check the boy
And then slippers fly like guided missiles
Two women ready with their weapons of choice
Indian mothers with their slippers never miss
That ain’t luck, that’s years of practice, friend
In Silvassa where the dirt roads wind through generous hearts
And ancient wisdom walks on four legs
That cow, she looked almost amused
Wandered back to where her calf was waitin’
Together they watched this human theater
Pretendin’ to nibble grass while the drama unfolded
The boy, he picked up his bike real careful
Limped away pushin’ it far from the cussin’ crowd
Checkin’ over his shoulder every few steps
Wise enough to stay out of slipper range
Yeah that’s how it goes when the sacred walks among you
You check the cow before you check the boy
And then slippers fly like guided missiles
Two women ready with their weapons of choice
Indian mothers with their slippers never miss
That ain’t luck, that’s years of practice, friend
In Silvassa where the dirt roads wind through generous hearts
And ancient wisdom walks on four legs
Now I get it — what my teacher tried to tell me
“Look into a cow’s eyes,” he said, “imitate that”
That gentle way of movin’ through the world
Taking only what you need, givin’ what you can
These ain’t just animals sharin’ our streets
They’re our neighbors, our teachers
Remindin’ us every single day
That kindness ain’t optional — it’s essential
So that’s how it goes when the sacred walks among you
You learn real quick what truly matters here
And the slippers fly like guided missiles
But it’s love that’s doing the correctin’, dear
Indian mothers with their slippers never miss
But they’re protectin’ something holy, friend
In Silvassa where the dirt roads wind through generous hearts
And ancient wisdom walks on four legs
Yeah, ancient wisdom walks on four legs
“They give more than they take — learn from the cow.”