A stick immersed in water

There I was sitting in shade, scratching my legs

And this guy comes along with parcels and all

He sure was going somewhere and I was curious

Where you off to, my man, I shouts at him

Off to take a dip in the holy Ganges, he says

Moneyed man, can do whatever he pleases

I can’t even get out of this place, if I want.

Do this one thing for me?  I beg of the guy

Dip this stick in Ganga when you reach it

I can’t go there in this life time I think

And of course do please bring it back.

The guy laughs, familiar with my quirks

Takes the stick, and soon hastens away

What with one thing another and the family

I soon forgot this incident with the guy

But someone tells me the man is back now.

I remembered about the stick that was lost

And cut another one from the same bark near

I was sure the guy would come boasting by

And was ready with the stick, hid in a pond

With an attached trigger, just in case

The man came after a while, full of mirth

And said laughing, your stick went to heaven

I dipped it in the Ganges and down it goes.

I knew the guy threw it off some where

But showed genuine surprise, “Is that so?

He was bubbling, my man, would you believe it?

It sure happened because you are a sage

I smiled, saying; let us check if our water has one

Holding my hand up, I stepped on the trigger

And the stick just nicely flew into my hands

It is the same stick, is it? I asked cutely

The guy was glum, but couldn’t question me

He acted as if inspecting the stick, and said

Wow, may man, people, it is the same stick…….

And of course this is how legends are made.