Satheesan Narakkode
Fleet of goats grazed in the valley
Reached in the centre tired
The leader began to speak
“My dear friends,
I don’t know the art of life
Not a thought to support me
Not a thought to support this
journey
Heaven and hell are vague to
me
This valley’s future vague to
me
I know only the time we live
That comes and spread here
out of us”
A grand old goat had spoken
aloud
He was looking up to the sky
“My dear children look at
there
Look at the clouds that graze
on hills
Art of life is light itself
Time we live is the only
truth”
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