Who Is The Strongest? (For Children) Poem by Indira Renganathan

That huge hill at the foot of which
A small hut and a big well found
Closer a veg garden all which
A farmer owned to live so sound
He was so content with no pride
But the hill was so conceited
Of itself on its height and size
So it laughed at the low well much

Just to teach the hill a lesson
Well told 'look down deep into me
You'll know how low you too are then'
As the hill was hard and stony
It could not bend, so sought wind's help
Wind showed intense force with much spree
To behead the hill, a swift whip
Boomed down, down, down the hill adown

A taste of waste the well was served
And it vanished with the hill's head
The hill remained crestless since then
The farmer left that place so vexed
Till today the wind is boastful
Of turning life so eventful
'I'm the strongest, I'm the strongest'
It says.Isn't it the truth biggest?