The Sage Who Prostrated At That Night

One sage who strolled in the public Singing heavenly song, magnetic song Hung sacks on his shoulders, the grain sack Whole day he roamed and prayed and sung Before evening returned to afar outskirt Where thousands of pigeon always waited He fed the grains whatever got Scenery was such a invigorating Only eyes can tell to mind Continued since long I winked one day and seen It happened once Whole city burnt Riot on faith and language The real reason was human folly sage prostrated and wept Pigeons around him No grains Silence of the city Hatred that sprouted In the human thought Harmed non but the innocent Sage while prostration Was continuously whispered “O Lord your pigeons are dying Dying with starvation No grains Accept my offering to save Blur the eyes of the pigeons Make me grain Let them eat Shrill of whisper was high First time seen heaven’s sigh At my surprise Sage turned into bright light And took a flight Added brightness to the pole star Among pigeons Seven pigeons their fate was also a like They took place accordingly There on Great Bear- constellation To guide the humanity and innocent Rest turned to star Still cursing human folly, for ever