Viswamitra the Magician,
By his spells and incantations,
Up to Indra’s realms elysian
Raised Trisanku, king of nations.
Indra and the gods offended
Hurled him downward, and descending
In the air he hung suspended,
With these equal powers contending.
Thus by aspirations lifted,
By misgivings downward driven,
Human hearts are tossed and drifted
Midway between earth and heaven.
I read this poem after wining the hackysak compition in my country of Tanzania. I one! and this poem was a greet victory. I won a pennny! can you believe it a peny! WE GET BREAD!
This poem is sweet