LAZY LIZARD ON THE TEMPLE WALL

Oh lazy lizard on the temple wall! 

What makes you grip and not fall?

Is it faith that moved the mighty mountains, that holds you?

Does the gravity of desire, fool you?

You scaled the wondrous wall to worthy heights

But creep back to cracks and corners, when not in sight

With valor and stealth,  you stalk your flying prey

But to the lord of the flies must they pray?

With ritualistic precision you lash your faithful tail

Yet, with the mere shadow of fear, you drop it off your trail

You strut around with pride, and hum a chesty tune

 Unaware that, dusk follows the dawn of  good fortune

Don’t you  know oh lazy lizard !

That you own not the wall,  that you proudly crawl!

Sooner or later, it could be your turn to fall!

So, when water washes away your footprints from the temple wall!

Oh, lazy lizard! What will you grip to, when you slip and fall?