Life in a festival... (again tentative)

Atop sits the elephant, wise and watchful

Father on his one side, his other

Occupied by his compassionate mother

Their neighbours, each of four hands

Look down on the world, asserting

Their greatness at the top, the beginning

A level below stood the lusty blue youth,

Rounded by the girls dancing, in merry

And joy, their eyes glowing

To his side, lay a mirror invisible

Ten in fact, each portraying in difference,

Him, in all His glory and power within

By his other side sat his wife

With her friends, each a beauty;

A power; a woman; a deity

Then came the saints; one, two, three,

On their divine way

Devotion in their hearts, wisdom in their say

And then, the mortals, a variety of them at that

A wedding, a worship, a game,

A parade to the temple came

Down below sat the merchant

His wife beside; goods all about

Gleaming smile and a belly wide

And below all were the villagers.

Dhobis; a farmer; a snake charmer on the side.

Working their lives off until they died.

And as the girl looks at her art created

Her mind wonders.

How the world is so alike her art

She watches and ponders