A Fair Advice
The advice of a faithful friend
May save you from torturing end
But this did not happen to the donkey
Who ignored this perfect key
He lived with a farmer in a village
Lean, weak and very old in age
The whole day long he worked for his master
But in the night he let him loose to wander
One night he in the jungle street
He, to a jackal, happened to meet
To follow a friendship Both agreed
And set out to find some feed
Got into a large farm of cucumbers
Gladly filled their empty chambers
Now it was their repeated action every might
And soon the donkey gathered fat and might
One cool night Uncle donkey was too glad
And wished to sing a beautiful ballad
Nephew jackal warned not to sing any song
For it might awaken the farmer for a wrong
But uncle’s musical soul was eager
So the jackal left him there to be singer
Laying in the field, uncle brayed with might
And the harsh notes awakened the night
Farmers with heavy clubs rushed to the thief
And thrashed the donkey without a brief
Anyhow laming and murmuring came out he with price
Repenting not to follow a true friend’s advice
Copyright © V P Mahur | Year Posted 2014
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