Poem: King
There was a King, who lost that war,
In which he gave his everything, he gave all.
He was great; he never took rest,
In every situation, he put his best.
The war was long,
His position was never too strong.
But, still he was there- fighting all the time,
Thinking that "in the last, glory will me mine".
Everybody warned him,
Advised him to get out of this.
Was that insecurity?
Or was that reality?
He was hopeful; he wanted to give his best,
It was his optimism or his over confidence?
Even he wasn't sure of what will happen,
But he wanted to make things happen than just happen.
He knew that if he falls he would be in great pain,
But he was hopeful that everything would dry up after the rain.
He was confident; he was resilient, so he took risk,
He thought that he would be out of the darkest deepest abyss.
Things changed, so does he,
Why not? He gave his everything.
He became so dependent; he wanted to win,
As if there is nothing else left to live.
Now the greatest king of all,
Has lost, he is on his fall.
He always knew that he might not get glory,
But now it's a different story.
He never thought that this would happen to the Mighty,
"Great King will look for the pity".
He didn't know that he would be in so much of pain,
Seems like there is only rain, rain and rain.
Ohh! I can't believe what I see,
Fallen king is standing on his knees.
He was broken, his every dream was shattered,
Now again he wants to dream, fight and win another battle.
He will be back; he will rise,
He will roar like a lion; he will shine.
Cheers! to him. Is he a human or a spring?
Let me welcome back the mighty King.
Somehow the King heard my every word,
and high in the air he raised his sword.
He forgot about his pain,
And he started fighting again.
Again he gave his everything,
Everything- for the glory and for winning.
He was happy because he knew he will be making history,
He was just one step closer to the victory.
Just when he was about to wear the crown,
an uneasiness inside him, he found.
He started seeing things differently,
now he does not want anything,
no name in the history,
no glory, no victory.
Neither hungry not contented,
he is going home back empty-handed.
-JAsdeep Mandia
In which he gave his everything, he gave all.
He was great; he never took rest,
In every situation, he put his best.
The war was long,
His position was never too strong.
But, still he was there- fighting all the time,
Thinking that "in the last, glory will me mine".
Everybody warned him,
Advised him to get out of this.
Was that insecurity?
Or was that reality?
He was hopeful; he wanted to give his best,
It was his optimism or his over confidence?
Even he wasn't sure of what will happen,
But he wanted to make things happen than just happen.
He knew that if he falls he would be in great pain,
But he was hopeful that everything would dry up after the rain.
He was confident; he was resilient, so he took risk,
He thought that he would be out of the darkest deepest abyss.
Things changed, so does he,
Why not? He gave his everything.
He became so dependent; he wanted to win,
As if there is nothing else left to live.
Now the greatest king of all,
Has lost, he is on his fall.
He always knew that he might not get glory,
But now it's a different story.
He never thought that this would happen to the Mighty,
"Great King will look for the pity".
He didn't know that he would be in so much of pain,
Seems like there is only rain, rain and rain.
Ohh! I can't believe what I see,
Fallen king is standing on his knees.
He was broken, his every dream was shattered,
Now again he wants to dream, fight and win another battle.
He will be back; he will rise,
He will roar like a lion; he will shine.
Cheers! to him. Is he a human or a spring?
Let me welcome back the mighty King.
Somehow the King heard my every word,
and high in the air he raised his sword.
He forgot about his pain,
And he started fighting again.
Again he gave his everything,
Everything- for the glory and for winning.
He was happy because he knew he will be making history,
He was just one step closer to the victory.
Just when he was about to wear the crown,
an uneasiness inside him, he found.
He started seeing things differently,
now he does not want anything,
no name in the history,
no glory, no victory.
Neither hungry not contented,
he is going home back empty-handed.
-JAsdeep Mandia
posted by jasdeep mandia at 3:02 PM
3 Comments:
As joey would say abysmal ;) (read FRIENDS season8)...
On a serious note:
The poem i felt was trying to convey more than it should.. its too short to do justice to the fall and rise of the king...
I dont like why the king gives up everything and goes empty-handed...
May be a poem in 2parts would have been better..
The fall of the king..
The Return of the king...
ofcourse tarun, u didnt like that king gave up.
even i didn't like it. may be things matter less than what we expect.
my stand on its parts:-
1) the fall
2) the rise
3) the realization
see, just aiming and working for it is not sufficient. better thing will be to sit idle.
one should know why to have that aim? and it shld be done before choosing the aim.
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