The elephant of our village temple
Passed away the other day
We drowned in sorrow
It was a dark day
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This poet marvels in his own poetic style -open a door to village temple with a black elephant- He was a pet (poet) -of all He was a pet of all Kids loved him most Stood holding his trunk Posing for photographs He had all the auspicious marks
There lies dormant in Indian psyche the well springs of compassion and love. But unfortunately now they have gone dry! Let those dried up fountains come forth with new life and from them surge forth strong jets of humane feelings. Let us feel deeply against all sorts of assaults on humanity and let our hearts overflow with love for all forms of life! Enjoyed the unanticipated shift from the particular to the general! A splendid write!
I liked the way you opened our eyes to the goodness in the human heart and then contrasted it with today's society where rape and plunder are every day affairs and then pleads and extols all of us to rise towards progress and goodness to make our country proud and strong.
I liked the way you opened our eyes to the goodness in the human heart and then contrasted it with today's society where rape and plunder are every day affairs and then pleads and extols all of us to rise towards progress and goodness to make our country proud and strong.
Beautiful tribute and yet the photo reveals an animal imprisoned against his mighty and sacred will