Change Casting

The river streams so profound;
Sounding like sky falls molten on ground.
Transparent like crystal, water grapples
Through the rough hole in stones so hard!
All the sights, all the strings pleasing men's mensueutude.

In this uplifted prodigy
Govind sits on rock rickety.
He feels his almighty inside:
He ponders the earth glide!

In a casual gaze to the stream,
He founds a precious stone; almost a world's dream.
Lifting it in his hands
He keeps it in secluded funds.

Days pass by, year turns,
Rakish of men increased burns
the world. One day a man comes
to Govind; listening of his stunts.

"Merciful you", he said sobbing,
"Tell me where I shall get me dazzling?"
Govind gets in trouble,
"How shall I know?" exhales mumble!

"Deeper, more deeper think you sir,
I'll give you anything so far!"
Amazed, Govind cries so hard,
"Yes I remember. What a nerd!"

The stone peeped from a blanket,
He lifts it with extensive etiquette.
He gives it to the 'needy' man
Who cared for only his large can.

Looking at the stone he keeps stunned,
Says, dazed, "what are you, so dumped?"
Throwing it forcibly, into the river,
He said, "Give me your sacrificing power!"

This was a tale of a century ago,
Now it's absurd; a not-smart's logo.
Today we are in such self-hostage,
We have no choice, on this 'Stage'!

Gods like Govind may be found
But no one changes like the man all around.
What for shall Govind preserve the treasure,
Where none of us want none but pleasure?