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Click hereIn the era of Victoria
Queen Empress of India
There was a Brit
Full of ye olde grit
He was a Magistrate
Who preferred the Narrow'n Straight
Of corruption he did'nt have a rate
At that time in South Kanara district
There was a Saint -- yogic , chaste , strict
He was building an orphanage ,
Road , school , a drama theatre stage
The white Magistrate thought
With tax fraud all this he's bought
So with a gallopin' horse off he went
To Swamiji his doubts he did vent
The holy man smiled
Stood up into dense jungle they filed
Until they came to an infested lake
There were many reptiles : many a snake
& Man-eatin' crocs
To Magistrate these were shocks
Holy man upped & dived
Into unknown waters he swam'n jived
When he returned he had Gold !
Shiny bars , Yellow & Bold
" you want Magistrate , please dive
; beware of crocs'n snakes pl. remain alive !"
The Brit he did vomit'n puke
As if he'd seen Revelations of St. Luke
He ran for dear life
On reachin' home he hugged his wife
Of tax to the Crown's exchequer
He dashed off a report like no other
" the Holy Man's clean ---
This I did glean
On visit to his school,
Road , orphanage -- he's good , he's cool
To doubt his integrity , I was a fool !"
The end : Yogi vs. Imperial Tool !!!
'twas the reign of Victoria .....
Colonial, unDemocratic ....
Empress of British India .......
This incident really happened , Brother !!
great poem out of the ordinary with a real feel for your wonderful country and its agonizing colonial period