Radha...

In a small village

Was a little girl Radha

Whose mother died when she was small

So she looked after her father...

Quite poor she was

Being a woodcutter's daughter

A single child she was

With no sister or brother...

They lived in the outskirts

Quite far from the village

No friends, no neighbours

In silence she worked, amidst the savage...

Then one day she saw

A baby elephant, bruised and tangled in a creeper

Off she ran

To help the tiny big creature...

For days she nursed it

Like a mother to a child

Till it was fit and healthy

A little tamed and a bit wild...

And so Radha became

Like a mother to the untamed

She was no longer alone

She had finally found a friend