THE PROUD KING

Written by: Suresh Iyer

Everyone called him Great
The Kind soaked with pride
He blew his own trumpet
Was he the God’s own child!
 
 
His subjects lived in misery
He did not bother for their plight
‘Can’t drink water, drink wine’
He shunted misery out of sight
 
Darkness never mattered for him
Beautiful women lighted his nights
No opponents to challenge him
He took delight at his might
 
‘Who is the wisest of you all?’
He made the wise men fight
Rewarded the chosen ones
The rest fled out of sight
 
 
The king strode over a desert once
The Sandstorms put him in a bind
Thirst overcomes him, no water at sight
His soldiers flee, left him behind
 
No drop of water around
The king went wild
Like an oasis, he saw a lone old man
Walking afar, nothing to hide
 
The Kind appealed to show the way
Promised to give back anything in kind
The old man asked for his kingdom
The angry King made him blind
 
The old man laughed at him
Ego made the King blind
Rains lashed over his dead body
The soul was back in humankind