The old woman leans back into the bamboo armchair,
Tired of her long ,dreary life,
Waiting for that day,
That moment when she can escape.
Along came scuttling her little grandson,
No bigger than the neighbor’s Siamese cats,
Muddy clothes and a wide grin,
“Tell me a story, grandma!” he pants.
The old woman sighs, throws her fatigue away,
Leans forward and picks him up,
“What should I teach you today?”
She wonders for a moment, then begins
“This is a tale of two brothers,
Namely Yin and Yang,
Yin was the Lord of the Dark,
And Yang, Lord of the Light!
They once had a huge fight,
Swore never to see each other again,
And if they chanced upon their wards,
They would kill them at first sight!
You can see the Battle being fought,
Even till today,
Wake up and watch the sunrise,
And you’ll wonder who will win this game!
But there is no end,
For their brotherly love ended a long time ago,
Yang lives in light,Comes on his chariot, the holy sun,
Yin rules the dark,And drops by in the night
Every morning, the rays of light are scattered,
And the innocent ,young children of dark are burned to death,
The older ones run wild with terror,
And hide beneath large trees filled with fright,
The trees protected them for all these years,
And they formed the Shadows,
Provided Shade to a tired traveler,
And remained there till the Sun faded.
Meanwhile, light bore flowers,
Cleansed the rivers and streams,
Licked up the dust,
Making it shimmer like an old flame
Sunflowers blushed in its presence,
And lilies danced to its different hues,
Birds stretched their wings,
And let it soak in their feathers and wounds
The Human world awoke,
Went along their busy lives,
Paused a moment or so,
And felt the warm sunlight
As Time gives birth to the evening,
The Night grew stronger,
The children of dark stepped out with might,
And devoured the last remains of daylight
They jumped about with glee,
Ransacked every corner and every crevice,
In search for left over sunshine,
To take revenge for their kind who died
They haunted every home,
Drowned alleys in blackness
And small children in deep slumber,
Wrapped Nature up, in a silky black wonder
And it is now the turn of Light,
To gallop towards the setting sun,
To escape sure death,
At the hands of their Uncle, Yin..
And the cycle continues till today,
The war between Dark and Light,
Yin and Yang , brothers,
Forever locked in a fight
They fail to realize though,
That without one,the other also has to go,
They live for each other,
And created our world.
To Yin and Yang we pray,
So they may retain the balance
And preserve our Universe
Keeping us safe.”
So saying the grandmother ,
Put her beloved on the ground,
“Go! Run and play,m’boy!
The time for me has come!”
She breathed her last words
Her soul released,
Alighted on the Golden Chariot
And joined the heavenly abode.