I chisel His name on the stone

Some are warriors, some are not,

I chisel His name on the stone, let the army march forth.

Some carry arrows, some carry swords,

I carry this small chisel big enough for my small paw.

Joy in my journey, Joy in my place, Joy in however small,

Built the bridge, float the stones, let the army march forth.

Remembering the Ramayana, Mantin, May, 2020