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A fable about two perspectives of life |
A visitor, wise and mellow Visited a village below Where among the fields of grain Stood a grove of sugarcane Ripe and juicy, waiting to be cut Perfumed air at dusk With a sweet thick aroma Attracting rats, who attracted snakes And elephants who loved the juicy cane to chew Who were irate if ever anyone one stood En route to their juicy fruit Thumping, trumpeting delight at their treat The wise visitor looked at the village, smiling How simple life can be, theorizing Only if the villagers knew All the complexities, the universe drew Walking back to his high abode He ran into a village boor The boor asked him, quite bluntly What did you learn today, quite frankly? The wise one said, nothing much You have a nice village, out of touch! The boor felt quiet irate, at this fate Not letting the wise one go, without relishing sugarcane So this unlikely pair walked back to the fields And a ripe juicy stalk, was offered to his grace Rip the outer skin with your teeth, the boor said And relish the juice within Sink your teeth into the stringy white husk Chew hard on it wise one, he said And as the juice spread in his mouth A sweet smile released the wise one's dread When the husk finished its flavour The boor said, spit out the remainder And asked the wise one again, quite bluntly So now tell me now, what did you learn quite frankly? As the wise one contemplated which theory Would settle this quandary The boor reacted in a flash and said Your wisdom is trash, cant you see! The juice is all the feelings, life gives us And husk the dry theory When we imbibe the sweetness of life We begin to learn, to be wise We must extract from every bite of theory The learning deep within Quickly spitting out the useless husk And then, the boor went off, in a huff! |