The Walking Stick
A rich and monied man,
He is the village headman,
Poor his kindness to his fellow village men,
If one dies from his village he takes no pain,
He sends his walking stick in the hands of his servant,
But fails to walk letting his stick to do the work,
Living long this man and died of age,
Aware his death the whole village,
No one turned to see his dead body,
They all collected sticks and sent to his house,instead,
A battle field like his house with full of sticks,
Tit for tat all what all learned but stick for stick a new lesson!
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