Lessons to my king

Written by ULHAS
July 25, 2008

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This poem is about, how a king should rage a war, its talks about all the tricks that could make it easy for a king to be successful in a war. 

 

So my dear king, would you roar as a lion, at the top of your voice

and march a lot of men, through the farms, making enough noise.

 

Get the hills on your side and the seas to calm, past the detour, past the snags.

trace my king, beyond the drags, a path away from the fluttering flags.

 

So to the plan, and the plots in your span, to a sketched out arise,  

prefer the best, and choose the hearts, eager for the rise.

 

March them proud, pump their flare, in words of such disguise

but don’t forget to get enough marshals leading them wise.

 

Give your men the best of the iron shoes and the best of the Iron swords,

and promise them the world, back in rewards.

 

Songs of the country and the songs of the land are the songs to be sung in chorus,

and when thousands of your men loud it together, would it not show thy powered rush?

 

Merrier shall it get, if the farmers along the way,

in their farms over the day, join in the rhymes, and join in the play.

 

In all this singing, watch them sing, for never hum along,

for oh my lord, you are the great king, for you they sing, the anthem song.

 

Keep that head stuck as high and chest pressed front, gracefully controlled,

with your silver lined sword, towering towards heavens, advertising you as bold.

 

Though the chill from your iron blade, should keep you cold and awake

for if you should have fears, the fears should not have you, much in it’s take.

 

Such for your fears, your men too may be a little worried, a little rusted within, 

and swords in their hands would not look as straight, for wars are not as routine.

 

For such brave men, when turned to plough, and the charms of the roof.

would they like to return to you, from the comforts of hot served soup.

 

With so many glues, and hues of good-bye, would you convince the brave child’s mind,

and prove to the masses the fruits of the grind or atleast be shrewd to cover things behind.

 

Should you shroud them, in words to muse, talks such refined,

and prove them of yields, and water to their fields, just being a little kind.

 

So my dear king, you can then march the men, in the sun of the tired, and hopes inspired,

along the farms, and over the hills, away in to the plans of your own conspired.

 

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Comment by medhini on 25 July, 2008 @ 4:16 pm

A good poem of a different kind and liked it.

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Comment by renu rakheja on 25 July, 2008 @ 9:34 pm

Good one,Ulhas.Long but the flow was good

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