Arrogant Poet -Part 1

Long long ago there lived a king Who hath truly loved all poetry Who never was tired of listening To all forms of beautiful poetry Well read senior poet of the court Also never stopped minting And reading amidst claps in the court Verses full of prise for the king Not so named and all those young Hardly got some chance to sing Their some good works before the king As the senior was disallowing Even the king got truly bored But was unsure how to express Aging great can not be fired Time he hoped would clear the mess One day one young poet got a chance In the coveted senior's absence To read some poems on Siva's dance And the king's joy was immense Every letter of his work earned a lakh Said the king there is no going back Talented fresh please come forward Read good poems and you earn reward Lo, those words opened flood gate But only a few could clinch reward Protecting now the wealth of the state Poet senior stood as a good guard (to be continued....)