>≫≫Magic Ring From India

Laid upon a sick bed mother of a girl, eighteen frantically asked if I am Indian after saying, yes, I was handed over a ring sent them by her only son, Frank and requested to read and tell her if her only son was alive fighting the war of eighteen fifty seven at the border of Afghanistan I did not understand And asked a bit detail of the matter Which I understood after being explained was that ‘’if you concentrate on a distant person As you gaze on the ring you will be able to see him and what he is doing’’ Exactly what was said to Frank by the Yogi from whom the ring was bought.’’ Both mother and daughter Gazed upon it again and again As they did have news from Frank for long But nothing was seen by them As I am from India I could try and able to see Something. I took the ring in my hand And nothing I saw Except the ordinary glass stuck into it after hard concentration I exclaimed at last and gave up And changed the topic As I did not wish to break their heart By telling that like Indian they, too, had been superstitious.