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The Elephant
Contributed by
joydeep_nath
on
Sunday, 30th July 2017 @ 03:29:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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With soft, almost silent, steps Sways the elephant, a generation at a time. Decked in gold and brocade, the march of splendour. In awe they gaze at the swinging head And a flap a moment, two the next, ears
Lord Jagannath sat quite on his worldly chariot in safety of the mammoth mass. A tiny sprightly voice spoke up- carefully perched on fatherly shoulders Father, who is the priest there swatting the stick at Who does he intend to hit, us the devotees? A voice, with aged assurance, answered He is swatting at the elephant, son, to keep it moving But I see no elephant? Why is it invisible?
It is not, my boy, for there is none In olden days, there indeed was one That drove the Lords van. While the devotees carry the Lord today, the priest keeps the elephant marching still so that you know the elephant still.
Now that I have given you the elephant, son So shall you convey it to your little boy someday.
While the Lord smiled at this, quietly trundled the elephant, A generation at a time.
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