The reflection


After a very long time,
The door creaked open
A thin beam of light
Found its way in.

“What do you want at my door?
I want to live alone”-
He barked; but
The thin luminance didn’t fade.

“Get lost”, he snarled and
Thumped the door shut
Still the light did not die.

“Where does it come from?”
Annoyed, he hurled everything
He could find, the light remained.

Finally he peeked inside,
Only to be riddled
It was in there all the time!

Tonight on Poetics Bjorn wants us to write about fables. I am inspired by this story from from Mahabharata, a Hindu epic. I am sharing the story here for my readers from Dversepoets.

The teacher here is Kripacharaya, who was the teacher of prices, and the bad prince is Duryodhan – who grew up to be an evil man whose greed and evil nature caused destruction of himself, his brothers and the empire; while the good prince is Yudhisthir – who grew up to be a noble man and is always known to have walked the road of truth and justice.

Once upon a time in ancient India, there lived two princes – a good prince and a bad prince. Good prince had four brothers and the bad prince had ninety nine. The bad prince and their brothers always hated and envied the good prince and his brothers.

Along with all younger brothers, together they were sent to a great, leaned sage of their time to learn scriptures, who before giving the lessons wanted to take a test. The great teacher calmly asked them to go to five villages nearby and meet people. He asked the good prince to find a bad person and the bad prince a good person.

At the end of the day, they both returned empty handed.

When asked, the good prince said, he couldn’t find a villager who was of only vices and the bad prince couldn’t find one with only virtues.

The teacher smiled, to have taught them the first and most important lesson and blessed them –

“It is not your fault to fail – we see the world not as what they are but a reflection of what we are deep inside.”