Quiet Flows the Beard
Quiet Flows the Beard
Once, a little story I heard
About a man with a flowing beard
He robed himself in a long gown
And was thought to be a mendicant.
Soon came the people for his blessing
He took their hands and did a kissing
His act of kissing became famous
And he was no longer anonymous
Came the news reporter for his story
Soon the people knew of his life history
Enlightenment he got on the banks of Tamaraparini
For the pagan, his story was hilarious and funny.
Politicians and power brokers came and donated some land
Soon he built a monastery that was grand
Followers in millions formed a queue
For they knew not about life and salvation they hadn’t a clue.
Our land is ancient and full of religious monks
People worship not knowing if they are clones
Rituals and rites make people pauper
Nothing illegal, so what in the name of religion, they hamper.