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And the Sky opens into a Vistarama

While we look at thePearly Opening

Of the Gate where

There are Stones and Rubble made of

Aerosol

No says the Soothsayers

But the Stars are out there

And we were in the Ground

Counting all the Pebbles

As the roads to the Mountain

Was Steep

Only the

Faithful could

Take Pilgrimage

To see the Expected One

The Bus was

Full and

Full of Smoke

And there was this

Spiritual Clouds of Smoke

It was

Enlightenment

Taking the cue

The Old Lady asked

The bus to stop

As she had forgotten her husband

Who was also a Believer but had

Strayed in his Belief

The Bus stopped and Resumed in its

Peril

But they reached

The Summit

The Pilgrims got down

And saw the

Donkey God

Wrapped in Violet

Why Violet

Any Preference

No

The Donkey preferred to

Allow Ultr-Violet Rays

To be turned into

The Holy Shroud


With the Sun Rays

In a Water Crucible

Ah! Rainbow ssshh

It is

Not a Rainbow

It is the Arc

Of the Donkey God

Which will bring

Peace unto

The World

So all the Colours

Are available

With the minor Gods and Godesses