The Calf Path.
Men are prone to go it blind
Along the Calf paths of Mind.....
Readers may be aware that between vertical thinking and lateral thinking,it is the lateral thinking which produces rational results. But un fortunately we are trained to follow logical thinking and produce strerio type results. This poem is for them....
The Calf Path of Mind.
One day ,through the primevel wood
A calf walked home ,as good calves should
But made a trial all bent askew
A crooked trail as all calves do
Since then two hundred years have fled ,
And,I infer,the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trial
And there by hangs my moral tale.
The trial was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way.
And then a wise belli-weather sheep
pursued the trial o'ver vale and steep
and drove the flock behind him too,
As good belli-weathers always do.
And from that day ,o'ver hill and glade
Through those all woods a path was made;
And many men wound in and out
And dodged and turned and bent about ,
And uttered words of righteous wrath,
Because 't was such a crooked path,
But still they followed donot laugh ,
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood -way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walk
This forest path became a lane,
That bent and turned ,and turned again
This crooked lane became a road
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun
And traveled some three miles in one,
And thus a century and half,
They trod the foot paths of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street,
And this ,before men were aware
A city's crowded througfare,
And soon the central street was this,
of a renowned metropolis
And men two centuries and half ,
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout,
Followed this zig-zag calf about ,
And o'er crooked journey went ,
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led ,
By one calf near three centuries dead,
They followed still his crooked way ,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent ,
To well established precedent.
A moral lesson this may teach ,
where I ordained and called to preach,
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf paths of mind
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done
They follow in the beaten track
And out and in ,and forth and back
And still their devious course pursue
To keep the path that others do
The keep the path a sacred groove
Along which all their lives they move.
But how the wise old wood goods laugh
who saw the first primevel calf,
Ah,may things this tale might teach,
But I am not ordained to preach
But Colonel Ganesan is different.He does not follow the line of least resistance. He does not enjoy easy going .He always felt that capable men must demonstrate to the posterity that human potential is beyond any measurement.
The National Leader and his most reilable assistant N/Sub P.Rajan
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