Failed
thrice in the same class,
He was
banished by his father,
He
jumped in a bus and landed here,
Thought
he would fool rather,
He
removed his clothes and hid them,
Put on
a shawl and sat under a tree,
Started
on his investment,
Blessed
passersby for free!
One
came for help, then two, then ten,
Soon the
whole village was his fan,
The
experiments he did at school,
Were
used to show how godly was man,
He
chanted things- any priest could!
Showed
tricks- any magician could!
He
talked of gods- even an atheist could!
Discussed
cures- any physician could!
They
brought him food, night and day,
Prepared
for him a cushioned seat,
The one
who was spurned around town,
Now had
the Sarpanch at his feet,
They
built for him a sheltered place,
Washed
his feet and drank,
His
miracles enchanted them,
Each
passing day raised his rank,
They
trusted him with their daughters,
And the
girls hoped his touch was holy,
He fed
his lust, still being a saint,
For
this privilege he wasn’t sorry,
How
easy to fool helpless people was!
No
strain on muscles, just a little thought,
He got
the easiest job on earth,
And the
village got a fresh new god!
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