Once upon a time in the beautiful land of Punjab
As a long, busy day turned into a quiet darkness
Little ones snuggled around their elders
By a lone, flickering lamp.
The night, though dark, was not dreary
Though long, passed away quickly;
For now was time to tell
The ever new…enchanting folktales.
Children listened in awe;
They dreamed and dozed.
They flew with the sparrow
and rolled away with the Dhol.
But times have changed
The oil lamps have been put away.
Untold for decades
The tales, too, have escaped.
The sparrow is back once more
To teach us patience and persistence.
The lamb crosses the jungle again
With courage and discernment.
Never to escape, these tales are here;
The very ones that our forefathers held dear
And told their young ones to pass on to us,
A source of belonging, and guidance, and love.