The Miracle Of Purun Bhagat


The night we felt the earth would move
We stole and plucked him by the hand,
Because we loved him with the love
That knows but cannot understand.

And when the roaring hillside broke,
And all our world fell down in rain,
We saved him, we the Little Folk;
But lo! he does not come again!

Mourn now, we saved him for the sake
Of such poor love as wild ones may.
Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake,
And his own kind drive us away!


facebook share button twitter share button google plus share button tumblr share button reddit share button email share button

Create a library and add your favorite stories. Get started by clicking the "Add" button.
Add The Miracle Of Purun Bhagat to your own personal library.

Return to the Rudyard Kipling Home Page, or . . . Read the next poem; The Miracles

It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so.