Song Of A Sqirrel Poem by Subbaraman N V

Oh, my Lord, the Almighty among your million creations
A creature tiny I am, yet proud of my birth -admiration
Showered on me by Lord Rama whose fingers three fondled
On my back for the little service rendered for making the bridge!

Trees of all sizes and shapes, house tops big and small make my home
At will, with ease and peace, joy and poise, I jump here and there roam
Sing in praise of the Lord and His creations, eat sweet fruits and nuts
To my heart's content right from the trees and plants with strong guts!

Blessed with voice melodious, I make others enjoy my songs
Young and old, healthy and the sick, one and all like my voice
I served the Lord along with men and monkeys to build the bridge
May you my friends, build bridges of love and friendship with all to live!