by Asim Rafiq Mulla
A deep grey cat and one brown mouse;
Indian streets are filled with cows.
I don’t know why I sing this song,
Don’t think too much; just come along.
I tell a tale of early day,
When hatred was unmoulded clay,
When faithlessness was out of reach,
Politeness moved in every speech.
In such a society lived two men,
Both returned from lion’s den.
One was Sami, the other was Ras,
Mighty and genius; undefeatable thus.
There was one more, his name was Gore.
By his tongue, he could break any door.
In his heart, a cynic took birth
Polluting all; the heaven and earth.
Gore was the advisor to the Great King
But greed has its own voice to sing
He wanted the kingdom all for himself,
Honesty dusted on the righteous shelf.
Sami and Ras were the King’s soldiers; his strong shoulders,
In Gore’s path, they were the only boulders.
To rule the land he had to sin,
To throw contempt in brother’s bin.
He caused amongst them a great fight,
Made them detest each other’s sight,
Each got busy planning other’s end,
He made use of this swift bend.
Gore killed the king when he was lone
And placed himself on his throne
And Sami and Ras were slayed by fraud
Gore ruled long as the only lord.
But he ruled in dread, tears he shed;
Walked in fear like a living dead.
For in his palace two evil spirits housed;
A deep grey cat and one brown mouse.
Last updated October 28, 2015