When Squirrels Earned Their Stripes - Ii

Rama pleaded with the sea to give a way, Adamant he too hard was when to melt, Wiser was made, reason failing to pay, Ere long a challenging duel was when dealt. They began thence building a bridge on sea To deal with demons, impervious to plea, Apes lumbered when with huge rocks, a squirrel Too tiny though, played a role— if a trickle, She soon got busy, but boastful the least, Running errands, ah mighty tasks amidst! And waited not, figured out what to do— What noble task, Rama’s spouse to rescue! Wet, she wallowed in the coastal dry sand, To sea again, leaping from stone to stone, Unloading grains returning, more to fend, She made all else to feel their funny bone. Far too busy, perhaps way above all, What with fun, funny bone, work worship was, Sacred comes every task, naught is too small, It's value, not volume, to noble cause. And Rama watchful of it all amidst, Said, wiping tears of joy welling in eyes, My tiny soldier, never yet the least, Happy I sure feel this to realize: No more I doubt meeting my beloved spouse, Defeat mighty demons for noble cause, So saying he lifted the tiny wonder, Monkey brigade as raised a loudest thunder. He placed this lifter of spirit in palm, Soldiers as sang paeans of praise, sweet psalm, He smoothened her skin, his fingers the furs, Which, darkish ere, turned to light stripes of hers. Squirrels come with stripes ever since that olden day— A tale of fair intent, no grudging tithe in tray! ________________________________________________ Concluded, Part II Epic | 06.04.13 |