The magical python , a few miles long
Slithered along to a divine song .
A multitude of colors did its scales adorn
Some covered, some bald, some black some saffron.
It swallowed.
It swallowed whole and complete
The devotee with his devotion so replete.
That he danced in a trance bordering on insane
Impervious to happiness and oblivious to pain.
It swallowed.
It swallowed whole and full
The farmer whose cart was led by the Bramha bull.
His harvest was golden and his heart grateful
His offerings heartfelt and his steps dutiful.
It swallowed.
It swallowed whole and inclusive
The sufferer, whose health had made him reclusive.
His heart so full of hope and fervent desire
Praying for forgiveness for irking Divine ire.
It swallowed.
It swallowed whole and neat
The childless couple in their dejected defeat.
Their yearning lives so heavy and so full
Hope for tiny hands their heartstrings to pull.
It swallowed.
It swallowed whole and entirely
Not one, not two but simply all the family.
Such unflinching faith in His Divine grace
It swallowed.
It swallowed whole and thorough
The student aspiring for a better tomorrow.
Despite his endeavours and his meticulous learning
Success his efforts seemed determinedly spurning.
Having thus feasted on such ardent devotion
It moved forwards in a languorous, slothful motion.
Slithering ahead to a divine song.
This magical python, a few miles long.
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