Sun,Sun and the only sun,
Surprised where the clouds had run,
The villagers were down with thirst,
But there was no water on earth's crust.
After months in despair,they consulted a priest,
Asked him,'what should be done',to get 'a drop' atleast,
Egoist priest suggested of a method,full of lies,
Ordered them to be ready for a 'holy sacrifice'.
Sacrifice of whom question arised in their mind,
The holy sacrifice was difficult to find,
They saw a goat waiting for rain patiently,
And thus planned to murder him silently.
Took that goat to that egoist priest,
Spells were bounded to make him ready for'holy feast'.
Garlands were decorated on his neck,
Which in short period,was going to be wrecked.
The 'holy knife' was ready on his throat,
And his head was ready to float,
Merciless slaughterer smashed his head in one go,
To satisfy the greed of man's ego.
The 'holy goat's' body trembled,
And eyes of smashed head blinked,
Last time the goat opened his mouth,
To get his soul,from the cage out.
Seeing so much greed of man,
Rain to village immediately ran,
Destroyed all the ego,which was in their blood,
Gave so much water that caused flood.
With this furious temperament,nature asked,
'Why you performed this unholy task?'
Now give me thousand of sacrifice of villagers,
To fill my unending ego's hunger.
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