The Holy Shrine of a Great Saint

Once upon a time my father was a care taker Of a grave of a saint and he asked me To take over his job which I politely refused So he bought me a donkey And sitting on its back I used to make enjoyable journey But one day it fell sick and died I was shattered and pulled hair out of my bald head People who were going for pilgrimage saw my grief And out of pity they covered my donkey With twigs and leaves Some covered it with mud Another kind hearted man put the mound In a wooden box So that it could not be eaten up by any fox I just sat there staring and brooding But the people of nearby huts Took me as bereaved devotee of a great saint And painted the coffin white Out of respect for his master and disciple Soon the burial site became a worshiping place From all the corners people offered flowers, fruits and incense No long time was taken to reach the news To my great father, the great care taker of the holy tomb And he was overjoyed to see me there And said ‘’I am very glad for your success But tell me who is that great saint buried under the land? ‘’ ‘’Oh my proud father’’, answered I ‘’It is the grey donkey you gave me ‘’ He jumped up and embraced me tight Shouting out loud ‘’what a wonder, what a surprise! The shrine of mine too is that of a donkey My father gave to me ‘’