Glory of Service
(A Skit that was written for Annual Function, enacted by Preparatory children)
As the process of creation is progressing.........
The sun god with all his glory, shines upon the hills, the valleys...... spreading his radiance
all over.
The creation continues....
There is water, the basic need of life There is fire, the immense source of energy The progress of creation is still on......
Now ... it's now the turn of living beings'
The sun smiled gently and there appeared the vegetation with their green and colourful hue!
They began to bloom cheerfully as they spread over hills and valleys.
The gracious gaze of the sun brought about the creation of glad and gleeful animals, they
too wore the hues of different colours.
The compassionate look of sun resulted in colorful collection of flowers on the hills and
valleys
And his soberness led to create the magic of white as serene birds.
White? Why white? Why aren't we blessed with the bliss of colours?
The birds asked god
Sun: Oh issues of life , do not lament
If it's colour that you wish, then colour that you shall get
Have this magic brush and colour your costumes as you wish.
Who shall take the lead?
P.c- oh my dear lord permit me to put
art and artistry upon the costume of your creation!
Sun- thy wish prevails oh, peacock, here ,take this magic brush to mix colours upon my creations.
PC: thank you oh lord for the trust you entrusted upon me here I begin the noble job
And who comes to me the first?
Crow: Cou! Cou! I am the crow come to thee to bargain for the black
Here goes the magic of the brush to turn the colour of your bare back and bosom, black is
the colour you wanted and black is what you are wearing now.
Duck-1 am the duck who wades in the water, can I have a brown upon my back and a
brown upon my neck?
p.c- Brown is the colour you bid for and brown shall you be adorned with.
Now where upon shall I wield my magic brush?
Pigeon is my pet name pally peacock! Would you just pat upon my body and wings with droplets of black upon my white?
P.C- your wish my pal is my command
And now you shall have spots of black upon your white and all over body.
Cock- oh my buddy brother, this humble cock pleads for nothing but a tinge of red. Tinge of red is all that I ask for and that I want it upon my tail.
P.C- Tinge of red and that’s all? Here is my magic brush touching with tinges of red upon your tail
Parrot- Wow! Wow! Red is the colour of my choice,
but that upon my beak,
and green upon my body all over.
Peacock dear please paint this parrot as he wishes
P.C- Why not adorable parrot? You are my bosom buddy,
Here is a trace of red upon your beak
And a fill of green upon your figure full.
Weaver bird- oh, oh do not leave me behind!
For weaving the nest I was delayed.
Yearning for yellow I come this far
And yellow is the colour I want upon my plumage
P.C- Have a splash of yellow this way and that way,
Turning you into a fellow of yellow
Now, that is a wonderful job have I done
Let me now have some designs drawn with colours upon this body of mine,
Oh no! Oh no! Where have all the colours gone?
Magic brush; lend me some colours as I too need some splendor upon my body white.
But alas! No colours, no colours!
Elephant: oh Poor peacock, please! What happened? Tell me the reason for thy grief.
P.C- elegant elephant, don’t you see this magic brush?
I coloured my comrades all;
Happy and gay are they all
Have I no right to be the same?
There are no more the colours to render
And it’s nothing but colours that I want to bathe in
And it’s colours that will make me merry!
Elephant: oh peacock dear aren’t you aware of yourself?
Look at thy body, oh pious peacock
How much of colours have you put on!
You are red at the rear
And blue at the bottom
And a green here and a grey there
How graceful do you look!
P.C- oh my! Oh my! Really! Really!
How ignorant am I!
Gracing them graciously
Gathering that I did a lot of colours!
Generously that I gave away colours
Picking up colours permanent upon myself.
How pretty is my plumage!
And splendidly my tails spread!
(Peacocks dance after thunder and lightning)
Red are the roses that bloom in thy heart,
Orange is the colour of the setting sun
Yellow is the colour of the daffodils
Green is the colour of the summer’s sky,
A drop of indigo makes white colour bright
Violet is a flower that is small and shy
And rainbow is the wonder of wonder all!
Hail the creator’s with a hymn
Give a little from your bounty
And there, you get your reward great!
The beauty of creation is so special
If you act as an arm for service,
you find yourself served manifolds in His glory!
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