it wasnt easy in the begining,
but by and by and one by one
wounds healed and sores repaired
strange, today no one remembers
the lion who mauled the simple folk,
village was then as of now ,
close to the woods
and lions and bears ,foxes and jackals,
roamed around as human beings,
never touching any for prey
but then something happened
and a lion became the man eater
and wrought havoc on the village
but this is not in the novel ,
lord of the rings
or the rambo for that matter
alif laila the thousand nights
bakers shop and the workshop
the story tellers books
all were burnt in the oven
the flame from orchard wood
doesn't soot the face
and is mild on the eyes
i know you will come
and put the record straight
and write the linkings
in the tale but when?
no one in the village knows!
all young boys have been away,
while women collect the firewood and
little girls with ponytails play with daffodils
on the green,
little boys with rosy cheeks play in mud
king is here ,salute the king
present the thief and
tie him up, let us collect the wild strawberries
for fun
i know as the lines on my palm
that you are here in the hay stack
with the blue eyed and rosy cheek, little girl
but a needle i cant find.
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