Small creature was rolling in sand and carrying grains to the dam Proud to serve big army in construction Intent upon helping Lord Ram Chipmonk was going up and down in circles not caring for the frail body Trampled by the Army in this endeavor and thrashed by the rowdy Lord Ram was observing this act with kindness and compassion Came down and picked up the animal and thanked with much appreciation Stroked the body lovingly with three middle fingers and encouraged to move on This is an act that will remain in the memory for all time to come for future generations The marks of Lord's fingers where touched the chipmonk shone as three bright lines of love We see today the chipmonks play joyfully with blessings from Lord Ram reminding us to serve
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A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Nrusingha.
Thank you Sir