Alexander The Great
Inheriting awful army from his father,
Alexander became his life-script’s author;
Schooled by best of philosophers in history,
Gaining in all arts sky-high mastery;
At the slaughter of his father by an enemy,
In a wedding of the very royal family;
Murdering many to capture his power,
Fighting wars with half-mother and sister;
Suppressing many a mighty revolt,
To tribes, states and kingdoms putting a bolt;
Confronted by Persians and nearly got killed,
Won laurels, fighting and much blood spilled;
Encountering Darius for his kingdom great,
Getting him, amidst all odds; deciding his fate;
Disillusioned by a simple sage of India,
On his expedition toward annexation mania;
Fighting against Porus, king of Pauravas,
Turning back at the insistence of army, anxious;
Establishing an empire by great breakthrough,
Yet, leaving it at a youthful age of mere thirty two;
Who could imagine of the collapse of his kingdom,
At his death, as though a natural martyrdom…?
Entire life spent in capturing them inch by inch,
How one might guess every inch has its flinch?
Yet to me, his life was not a bundle of victory or loses,
Isn’t success and failure part of Pandora boxes?
He ate; he drank; like true king he fought battles,
He ran his life through plains and hills and stumbles;
He craved for land; this he considerably captured,
Though, ultimately, six feet was all that he needed…!
06 December 2021
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2021
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