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So to foster the cat, raising a cow for giving milk is a must
How about feeding the milch cow? Don't I require then a cow-herd?
Oh! he'll be great service to me, and for the cow he is a must
Who'll feed him, If I don't have spouse, who looks after the cow-herd?
This chain of thought linking one with the other went on unending
Until at last it settled him and mind too to seek a bride for wedding
With that alone safety of his koupeena assured and he'll be sans worry,
Deciding to wed, he at once set out in quest of a bride in great hurry.
Given to frankness and unworldly by nature, he concealed nothing
He told all about his purpose and the present haste to every parent
Even before seeing the bride, or considering the status of the parent
He kept the safety of koupeenas uppermost in mind before anything.
Some derided, a few denied, but many a parent burst into laughter
At the mention of motive and tireless quest for the hand of daughter
Inspite of abuses hurled by stone hearts, he prolonged his quest
And left not any place-rural or urban in his trials with out rest.
His incessant quest and restless striving led him to a hermitage
Where he bumped upon a treasure- met a sanyasini of a special breed
Who readily consented to be paired with and ready to quit the hermitage
Saying-what for're we born except live to eat and wed to beget. A breed!
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