Pāgla and The Forbidden Valley
There happens to be a young wanderer,
Whom people called Pāgla,
For he knew nothing of what he was wandering,
If asked, said he “ of something that will make me happy”
But he never looked sad………..
Never had he thought, to do what for his hunger,
For someone or other did spare a meal for the poor.
He was favorite to Amma, the old granny,
who lived in a dilapidated hut, at the end of the village.
One fine day,
his crazy mind drove him into the deep woods,
After a day long walk,
He reached the Forbidden Valley.
The Valley, which had a black history,
The valley, they all said is a ‘dark mystery’.
Wisdom of the wise perished,
Courage of the valorous failed,
but unsolved, the riddle remained!
Even the Time himself smiled;
Since now it’s a lunatic’s lead!
The valley was beautiful,
even the mad eyes, exclaimed in awe.
The beauty of the landscape,
lured him to walk further….
A few hours off then, he felt hungry,
And to his amazement he found an apple tree,
He ate, till he stuffed his stomach,
and never cared to carry one.
Then he felt sleepy,
as if magic the grasses turned into a white cushiony bed.
He tried to sleep on it………..
But he had a habit of sleeping on the floor.
The soft bed was uncomfortable,
he preferred to take a nap on the grass,
and slept like a child on the mother’s lap.
When he woke up, he was not there!
where he before were!
But! inside a warm and cozy room,
two maiden in their scantiest dress were ready for his
service.
and he was dressed like the son of the village’s chief !
.With full courtesy the girls offered him something to drink.
This made him remember of the old Amma,
who is all alone, who had a son,
lives at the end of
the village,
who cares for him in the winter nights,
and shared a two or three pieces of Roti with a smile.
His thoughts were so deep and unconditional,
even forbidden valley couldn’t hold him for a moment.
He was then in front of the old dilapidated hut,
stood cheerfully at his best – and called out “Amma I am
back!”.
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