Long Long in the distant wood
A crippled man by the river stood
He wished to create a life where
Roses are red, violets are blue
And the sunshine heals all his wounds
3 friends pointed to seek a space
Where transformation is the name of the game
He decided to play and give it a shot
After all what choice has he got
At the rendezvous, a sage emerged
Three and a half days he gave his word
The rosy picture he came to seek
Was shattered before he took a peek
After all water is wet, rocks are hard
A blank canvas stood before him
With a possibility of new colour and art
The truth dawns as he exits the forest gates
He must go to Chandanwadi where Moti awaits
Long Long in the distant woods
A stupid, idiot by the river stood.