Once there was fire in the jungle mighty,
Nests on a tree, crow n sparrow lively,
Crow to sparrow- “See, See yellow on Silva’s greenery”
Sparrow hurried to lake balmy,
Water gulp n then omit water to land-woody.
Crow laughed n commented on she
This is jungle’s fire, u r efforts counts nothing, Baby.
Then she replied something which transformed me:
Nests on a tree, crow n sparrow lively,
Crow to sparrow- “See, See yellow on Silva’s greenery”
Sparrow hurried to lake balmy,
Water gulp n then omit water to land-woody.
Crow laughed n commented on she
This is jungle’s fire, u r efforts counts nothing, Baby.
Then she replied something which transformed me:
Brother crow, may be it doesn’t count, but tomorrow when the history of this fire ’ll be written, my name would be in the list of the one extinguishing the fire n not in the list of one firing it or watching it turn to ashes!!!
(Rhythm may not be fine but I think I conveyed the message. Courtesy: My Papa )
