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Poetry
I LOVE YOU ALL MY ELEPHANTS
📅 21 April 2026❤️ 77 likes💬 159 comments🚀 165 times monetized
I saw a little elephant standing in my garden,
I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg you pardon?',
I said 'This place is England, what are you doing here?',
He said 'Ah, then I must be lost' and then 'Oh dear, oh dear'.
'I should be back in Africa, on Saranghetti's Plain',
'Pray, where is the nearest station where I can catch a train?'.
He caught the bus to Finchley and then to Mincing lane,
And over the Embankment, where he got lost, again.
The police they put him in a cell, but it was far too small,
So they tied him to a lampost and he slept against the wall.
But as the policemen lay sleeping by the twinkling light of dawn,
The lampost and the wall were there, but the elephant was gone!
So if you see an elephant, in a Jumbo Jet,
You can be sure that Africa's the place he's trying to get!
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✦ Story behind this post
In Srirangam's sacred temple, an elderly woman traced Tamil Brahmi script with trembling fingers, each curve a prayer carved by ancestors. Her granddaughter watched, mesmerized, as weathered hands connected past to present.
"These letters hold us," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion.
The community noticed her dedication, offering genuine warmth and recognition. Yet she needed no accolades. Her true reward bloomed in her grandson's curious eyes as he learned their language.
She called them all her elephants—strong, wise, remembering. Through their shared heritage, she built bridges between generations, one sacred symbol at a time.
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