Rats of black and grey <br />Were scurrying across <br />the floors of Karni Matha Temple. <br />Rats are not a scourge there <br />and people scatter minute eatables. <br />Munching the grains strewn around, <br />the fearless rats scamper about <br />the inner sanctorum of the Goddess. <br />Where had scuttled off that white rat? <br />People searched to ferret it out, <br />but it eludes watch or catch. <br />The sight of it would bring luck and wealth! <br />But I saw one in white marble <br />lying before the idol of Matha. <br />A strange sanctuary for rats <br />in that semi-desert land! <br />Even the dead ones are not given <br />a quick decent burial with rites. <br />The Rajputs don’t celebrate the wedding of rats <br />as we do for asses for abundant rains. <br />Cats scenting rats don’t enter <br />and I am sure there is no rat- fever. <br />People are given preferential visas <br />as they eat meat, chicken, beaf and fork <br />and alas, the flesh of rats ignored! <br /> <br />News hadn’t reached Ghazni Mohammed <br />or else he would have marched to Bikaner <br />to rob the white rat instead of raiding <br />again and again that Somnathpur <br />passing through the desert and marsh.<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rats-of-bikaner/
