Once a scholar lived in a Royal court
With others’ troubles he would make sport
Every body respected him for his vision
He would say “the theory of illusion”
When somebody suffered from any pain
He would say there was neither pain nor gain
Everything was an illusion
All of us would suffer from mere delusion
One day he was in the Royal garden
A wild elephant came from his den
It lifted the scholar by the back
He rolled on the floor like a pack
When he fell on to the mud
Every body heard the sound of thud
The Royal Jester came to the man
And asked him “is it an illusion”?
The scholar replied ,”it is neither an illusion
Nor a matter of delusion
I am scholar of great vision
It is a fact. This is my reason”