In a hamlet, the three old men sat, under the canopy of the infinite sky,
Gazing at the hues of the fading light, each lost in thought of the years that had rolled by.
Twilight gave way to a dazzling night, decked in her inky best of mysterious black,
resplendent in all her nightly finery, her velvety robes shimmering with twinkling stars.
A shooting star zoomed across the inky sky – make a wish, make a wish, make a wish!
The first man wished – I wish, I wish, I wish,
I wish to be reborn in this village into a place where I would have not to give or share
all that is mine, but to get and get and get some more!
The second man wished – I wish, I wish, I wish,
I wish to be reborn in this village into a place where I can give and give
and have enough to spare!
The third man wished – I wish, I wish, I wish,
I wish to be reborn and lead a lazy life where I can sit idle watching the world go by,
Yet, have those people who toil hard and go about their business part with me a fraction of
their day’s reward!
The first man’s wish did become, for he was reborn as the village beggar’s son,
All his life his begging bowl stayed his best companion to get and get some more,
For anticipation and expectation in a beggar harbored none.
The second man’s wish did become for he was reborn as the rich villager’s son,
To give you must have and have enough to spare,
For he was blessed with enough and more and a generous heart that never got him to despair.
As for the third man, his wish did also become,
For he grew up and landed a job at the pay counter of the newly built pay toilet,
He sat idle all day long as the many people walked in, finished their business
and never forgot to tip him from their hard day’s earning!
Be careful what you wish for!
This poem has been inspired by a ‘Krishna Consciousness’ discourse video.