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?
