
It has been sent
Carefully wrapped I believe
Oh, when will it arrive?

It has been sent
Carefully wrapped I believe
Oh, when will it arrive?

Many miles to go
This stone is going nowhere
So it seems to me

It might sound odd
Something is moving below my bed
Rabbits, it seems

High on a corner
Watching life passing by
The deity sits still

The midday sun
Surmounts the sacred mandir
In the town’s market place
NB A mandir is a temple