Still  Dreaming……

a fable in verse

 The song of sunrise wakes the blue wave at dawn

And the palmyras that waited for a hundred years,

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 money,

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 solar cells,

They work hard and disagree on every detail.”

“Don’t waste my time,” said the mongoose unimpressed,

“Please go and talk to someone else.”

And so, thirty pairs of frog-eyes slowly turned

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 within…

Change has many latitudes of influence in the being.”

“But,” said the sun-bird who had just woken up

“What about unity, what about trust?”

Then the Dawn laughed through the banyan leaves,

“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