While I traveled to a lot of places in the year that just ended, I also was reading this random pick called The Pregnant King.. Those who are interested in Indian Mythology with a twist, I guess this is a catch.
Anyhow, after reading it, I somehow came up with a poem... Here it is,
Read on:
There once lived a pregnant king,
A story till date the bards would sing.
The magic potion he drank by chance,
Given to him by ghosts at once!
Carrying his heir inside of him,
Challenging every fancy and every whim.
The royal symbol no longer flying high,
King's milking chest was received with a shocking sigh!
My son wailed the king aloud...
Call me MOTHER and make me proud!
The cut on King's thigh told his tale,
but son Mandhata's face was angry and pale.
The truth would make him a laughing stalk,
A son born out of a man was a filthy shock!!!
His son, a future king looked at the throne,
Swearing, that his mother's truth will never be known.
Let me remain the chief Queen's pride.
An advice from his son, 'take lthings in your stride'.
King's heart crumbled, now a broken mother...
Abandoned by his son and none other!
As the Palace ruthlessly held on to its fame,
A mother's head merely hung in shame.
Divya Jha.
1st Jan 2010.
Anyhow, after reading it, I somehow came up with a poem... Here it is,
Read on:
There once lived a pregnant king,
A story till date the bards would sing.
The magic potion he drank by chance,
Given to him by ghosts at once!
Carrying his heir inside of him,
Challenging every fancy and every whim.
The royal symbol no longer flying high,
King's milking chest was received with a shocking sigh!
My son wailed the king aloud...
Call me MOTHER and make me proud!
The cut on King's thigh told his tale,
but son Mandhata's face was angry and pale.
The truth would make him a laughing stalk,
A son born out of a man was a filthy shock!!!
His son, a future king looked at the throne,
Swearing, that his mother's truth will never be known.
Let me remain the chief Queen's pride.
An advice from his son, 'take lthings in your stride'.
King's heart crumbled, now a broken mother...
Abandoned by his son and none other!
As the Palace ruthlessly held on to its fame,
A mother's head merely hung in shame.
Divya Jha.
1st Jan 2010.
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