fable in verse
The song of sunrise wakes the
blue wave at dawn
And the palmyras that waited for a hundred
By bare canyon cliffs,
From where they saw them all, arriving..
Arrogant, crazy, full of good will,
Dreaming to build a new world.
The frogs in the red ditch saw them pass,
And said, “Look at those fancy little hearts.
Tight as jackfruit, how about some elasticity?
Watch those brains work overtime, on surplus!”
Just then a mongoose flashed up in a streak,
“I’m telling you, they are hopelessly lazy.
They’ll talk about change, but end up counting
We’ll have to do something about it.”
“You are cynical,” said the frogs, “look
how they plant trees,
Raise wind-mills, work in Matrimandir.
They have schools, business meetings and
They work hard and disagree on every detail.”
“Don’t waste my time,” said the mongoose
“Please go and talk to someone else.”
And so, thirty pairs of frog-eyes slowly
And waited impatiently for the Dawn.
She came at last, rising softly,
The Queen of the Splendid Morning,
“Let it shift now,” she said, “ten degrees
Change has many latitudes of influence in
“But,” said the sun-bird who had just woken
“What about unity, what about trust?”
Then the Dawn laughed through the banyan
“Unity without change is a bit unrealistic
The dream shifts, ten degrees within.”
So saying She sang out Her golden song
And the morning awoke with a hundred tea-pots…
And a faint memory of thirty little frogs