Guest guest Posted March 10, 2004 Report Share Posted March 10, 2004 Namaskar. Another poem by the poet Ramprasad... Oh, Himalaya! What am I to do with our daughter? She won't touch her breakfast, pushes away her bowl of clotted cream. She grabs me by the finger, pulls me to the verandah at dusk and pointing to the Moon, insists, "I want it!" When I say I don't know how to get the Moon, she takes off her jewelry and throws it at me! The Mountain King laughs, and says, "Bring her to me." >From his inner chambers, he gets a round looking-glass. Taking little Uma on his lap, he shows her the mirror, saying, "See, little Mother? Here is the Moon!" "Oh, what a pretty face the Moon has," says Uma. And enchanted by her own reflection, she gazes with a smile that outshines a million Moons, until she falls asleep. With great tenderness, Himalaya tucks the dreaming Goddess safely into her bed. ______________ The best thing to hit the Internet in years - Juno SpeedBand! Surf the Web up to FIVE TIMES FASTER! Only $14.95/ month - visit www.juno.com to sign up today! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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