THE INDIAN HUNTER, RAWAT.
THE INDIAN HUNTER, RAWAT. As the cock crows, Rawat awakes, Took hold of his bow and arrows Walk past his hut Takes the narrow path Singing spiritual song in Hindi Launching into the forest The trees bow in obeisance The leaves claps and cheers The squirrels and rabbits burrows The antelopes swerves and hide But the hunter is not yet ready He tarries under the pine tree And took a nap Awakening, sighted a wonderful scene Segments of the wild, gathered around Some greenish grass, eating slowly He approaches the scene But the animals were unmoved Closer and closer, but they were Glued to the wonder grass He wondered, what has happened to them? Why are the animals so lost; consuming the wonder grass? There and then on the spot He couldn’t believe his eyes, Some animals were in deep sleep Others were eating and staggering Slowly, he stooped down Observed the grass and took some to taste, The spirit of dizziness confronted him… Rawat went home with some Of this wonder grass For further ...