Published with “The Miracle of Purun Baghat”
The poem echoes the climax of the story. Purun Bhaghat has retired as a holy man to a shrine above a village in the Himalayas, where he sits and meditates, so still that the wild animals decide he is harmless. When in the night, langurs first, they sense that there will be a landslide, they come to warn him. They lead him to safety but he dies from the exertion:
The night we felt the earth would move
We stole and plucked him by the hand…
…We saved him, we the Little Folk,
But lo! He does not come again!
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