A hermit lived inside a forest
a woman worshipped the saint
she went away for a pilgrimage
and came back with her tiny grandson.
She asked her tiny grandson
to go to the hermit and offer him
the fruits and sweets she has brought
from all the holy places she has been.
The hut was easy to locate
so the boy went off alone
he hopped like a tiny rabbit
and soon reached the hut door.
He saw that the hut was dark inside
he got a little scared to see
a pair of huge red eyes looking at him
from the darkness of the dark hut.
He was about to run away when he heard
a gruff voice crooning sweetest words to him.
Yet he lingered at the door and asked him,
“Why is your voice so gruff, eyes are so red?”
The voice replied coyly, “My eyes are glowing
with pure love, my voice became hoarse chanting
the name of our divine Lord, I am His shadow,
so I need no light around me, don’t be afraid!”
Tricked by his sweet words the boy stepped in
his grandmother came searching for him
on the path she met some villagers
who told her no one lived in that hut any more.
Based on little red riding hood.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
Fantasy, eh? This says a lot, and that is why I like it.
Umm, I am not quite sure of "hut door". I think, you could read and edit it one more time. No offense!
this is a really bad habit.. :( i always find out mistakes too late and sometimes totally miss them. and sometimes i am so lazy that i dont rectify even after seeing them.
thanks, i missed this one, i will sure check, :)
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