Palanquin Bearers

Here's a real palanquin

and here's mine

A broken laundry basket! Serves the purpose though, mum n dad take me on a luxurious ride around the house.

A beautiful poem to go with the post


Palanquin Bearers

Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.

Softly, O softly we bear her along,
She hangs like a star in the dew of our song;
She springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,
She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride.
Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string. 

                                       - Sarojini Naidu