Vikram, the mighty King, entered the conquered city
Following him was a long chain —
Infantry, cavalry, elephants and chariots,
It was the display of his power.
Beside him, in the golden chariot, sat his lovely Queen.
People flanked the path, to welcome their new monarch
Their heads bowed in respect, or was it fear?
Suddenly, a little boy, shot out of the crowd,
He aimed a pebble at Vikram, which, luckily, missed.
There was a chaos and the guards leapt towards the child.
An old man came forward and prayed before the King,
“O benevolent Lord, please forgive this lad.
In the fierce battle, he lost his father.
The mother had died giving birth to him, he is orphaned now.”
Vikram, unmoved, thundered,
“There can be no pardon, he has assaulted the King!”
A strange sight shocked everyone, some gasped in disbelief,
As they saw the Queen descend from her seat.
Gesturing the King’s men to move away,
She walked up to the boy and took him in her arms.
The King, infuriated, was unable to speak for moments.
Then, in controlled rage, he addressed her:
“My Lady, what do you think you do?
This imp just attacked your husband.
You dwell in your bower, ignorant of the laws;
Politics and wars should not concern you.
You are my consort, the queen of all these lands.
It does not fit you to walk the streets,
And never to embrace such commoners.
Your rightful place is beside me.
He is the enemy’s son, my enemy as well!
Do you forget who you are?”
Following him was a long chain —
Infantry, cavalry, elephants and chariots,
It was the display of his power.
Beside him, in the golden chariot, sat his lovely Queen.
People flanked the path, to welcome their new monarch
Their heads bowed in respect, or was it fear?
Suddenly, a little boy, shot out of the crowd,
He aimed a pebble at Vikram, which, luckily, missed.
There was a chaos and the guards leapt towards the child.
An old man came forward and prayed before the King,
“O benevolent Lord, please forgive this lad.
In the fierce battle, he lost his father.
The mother had died giving birth to him, he is orphaned now.”
Vikram, unmoved, thundered,
“There can be no pardon, he has assaulted the King!”
A strange sight shocked everyone, some gasped in disbelief,
As they saw the Queen descend from her seat.
Gesturing the King’s men to move away,
She walked up to the boy and took him in her arms.
The King, infuriated, was unable to speak for moments.
Then, in controlled rage, he addressed her:
“My Lady, what do you think you do?
This imp just attacked your husband.
You dwell in your bower, ignorant of the laws;
Politics and wars should not concern you.
You are my consort, the queen of all these lands.
It does not fit you to walk the streets,
And never to embrace such commoners.
Your rightful place is beside me.
He is the enemy’s son, my enemy as well!
Do you forget who you are?”
The Queen looked up at Vikram,
Her soft eyes emanating determination.
She replied,
“Your Majesty, I am a mother.”
Her soft eyes emanating determination.
She replied,
“Your Majesty, I am a mother.”
5 comments:
H'm...awesome poem deep....welll it did strike my heart...the feeling that uve conveyed is perhaps the most sublime feeling that enchants human life...the ending is jst too touching....it leaves a reader spell-bound....Awesome one.....gr8 wrk...:)
the poem is nice...its got one of the most beautiful endings i've ever come across...the first time i read it...Vikram's speech felt like it was straight out of an K serial...but its touches a chord deep inside ur heart...
its nice...
pretty serious stuff...
and what i reckon is serious writings should have a serious touch...all that multi-color was a bit hurting to the eye.dont stress two organs and the same tym....but thats just a suggestion...use all ur imagination....
but otherwise nice and cute
Di
wonderfully carved
wish to see more of such stuff :) you make us proud!
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