The little Hanuman,
With big wide eyes,
Stares at the sun,
In amazement.
"Is it fruit ?",
He wonders,
While he drools,
Over the thought,
Of having a bite.
He flies,
Towards the sky,
After the delicious fruit,
For a bite.
The sun,
Afraid and Anxious,
Took shelter of the mighty Indra,
The King of Devtas.
The little Hanuman,
Unfazed by the might,
Of Lord Indra,
Thought Indra's elephant,
As a toy.
He lunged forward,
Only to be pushed,
By mighty Indra,
With his thunderbolt.
Little Hanuman's face bloated,
And Vayu, the wind God got alarmed,
At the sight of Little Hanuman,
Wincing in pain.
He carried him,
And locked himself,
In a cave,
In despair.
The animals started dying,
The plants began withering,
And Gods became anxious,
Thus they gathered outside the cave.
They prayed,
They begged,
They appealed,
For Lord Vayu,
To come out of the cave.
The Gods blessed little Hanuman,
With strength and prosperity.
With knowledge and wisdom.
With power and immortality.
Lord Vayu was pleased,
And his despair turned into joy,
Letting the mortals breathe in ease,
And making all the Gods happy.
Little Hanuman blessed and happy,
Returned home,
To arms of his loving mother.
