The King Of The Kings Poem by Shuaib Saifi

When I was a little child, I never thought
In which kingdom I‘ve taken the birth, I live’
There’s also a man who’s so worthy and great;
From whom I can learn a lot and achieve.

Whose thoughts are as high as the sky,
Even after a big effort no one can touch;
Whose heart is as wide as the sea;
That contains the sympathy so much.

Passion and hard working who likes most,
Confidence and courtesy express whose eyes;
Around who anger ever walks at no cost;
Yea, so great and worthy that man is:

This man is the king of the Kingdom
In which I do breathe and live freely,
It is my good destiny that I could become
A soldier of his strong and proficient army.

With everyone is very humble his behavior,
He never shows the attitude as a king should:
Treats with all as if a common man he were;
These have improved me too enough good.

His sympathy acts like a comfort and peace,
When we are tired of battle or injured;
I’ve felt he does very lovingly solace;
When we are in the sorrow or despaired.

His strategy is so awesome and matchless,
That makes to overcome the battles easy;
And when we return with the success,
He appreciates us so nicely and splendidly.

He’s the king who can make his way simply,
Even in the heavy tempest and deep ocean;
Who can win hard-to-hard battles not only,
Also by his syrupy nature, heart of everyone.

I’ve met many kings in my short living,
I found either they all were very unkind
Or found them behaving just like a king;
Yet, the king like ours nowhere I did find.

He’s been a victorious in the past days,
May he ever be, a wishful song heart sings;
He’s a king everybody calls him and says,
But I’d say that he is “the king of the kings”.