Three blind men touched an elephant one day,
Each judged the animal in their own way.
One felt the leg and boldly cried,
“A rough, strong tree trunk, broad and wide!”
Another touched the tusk and cried,
“So smooth and sharp from every side!”
The third held the tail and gave a sigh,
“It’s thin and hairy, like rope swinging by.”
All three were right, yet all were blind,
None saw the whole with an open mind.
They argued loud, in anger and might...
Each defending only their slice of sight.
Isn’t it just like the world today?
Where people fight over what they pray?
Different names, but lessons the same,
Still we battle, Come on it's 2025!!
What a shame!!
I saw this story on a YouTube channel and I thought of creating a poem on it however I know this story before, my grandma told this in my childhood when I saw this on YouTube I was like hey it's my childhood story and I thought of creating a poem on this I don't remember the channel name if any one knows plz tell me its actually been a month since I saw that video. Well we all know there's a single form of energy who made us all , who all we love there might be different forms beliefs different methods to pray but I know faith and love are same💖