I’m the most revered tusker,
All over the island.
‘Tooth Relic ‘of mighty power,
On my back, I hold.

Now, I’m over sixty,
A senior citizen of my clan,
Though intact of beauty,
And the focus of every fan.

How many miles do I walk
In silent obedience?
You are a set of folk,
Fighting for non-violence.

Clad in colorful attire,
I fulfil your desire.
Now I’ve only one desire.
Kindly, let me retire.

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Tuskers taking part in ceremonial parades is a tradition in Sri Lanka. The tusker who holds the casket containing the 'Tooth Relic' of Buddha is the most special one among them. Though Buddha has preached non-violence towards all living beings, even old tuskers are used in these processions.