Alexander And Porus Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Alexander And Porus



Three Hundred and Twenty six years
Before the time of Christ
The story is said of a king who
Fought an Emperor's might

The brave and young Emperor
From thousands of miles away
Marched to the Indian shores
Crushing those who stood his way

On the banks of the Jhelum he stood
With an army well trained and fierce
It was only a matter of time, before
His enemy's defence he did pierce

But Porus, with an army so small
Was a brave and selfless king
That even today of his bravery
Paeans we proudly sing

With horses and soldiers in thousands
The Greek army thronged
But they had left their shores long ago
For their families, they badly longed

But the brave soldiers of Porus
Were ready to defend their pride
To take on their mighty enemy
With their brave king by their side

The armies began the charge
And a fierce battle ensued
Through days and nights the conflict
Without respite, continued

Though aged and outnumbered
He was a lion on the battle field
Not an inch of his mother land
He was certain he would not yield

But day by day his resources
Were slowly getting spent
And the battle was slowly slipping
To its known inevitable end

With his army decimated
The King was taken prisoner
Chained and tied he was brought
To the famous Greek Emperor

Proud of another victory
Garbed in royal splendour
To welcome the vanquished king
Sat, the great Alexander

The kingdom stood and wept
As quickly spread the word
That their brave, beloved king
Was to die by a foreigner's sword

But the gracious Greek victor
Took one and all by surprise
As Porus was brought in chained
He told his court to arise

He walked up to the King
Pride, still gleaming in his eyes
The court bayed for his blood
The loser's swift demise

'In three years of conquests'
The young emperor said
'Many an army I have seen
Quite bravely and ably led

Yet there has been no one O King
So fearless and filled with pride
Knowing that death is their end
Each one, till their end they tried

So tell me then dear friend
You might have lost on the battle field
But like a true hero of the land
Your honour you didn't yield

As a brave soldier to another
My privilege that you I did meet
As an adversary, soldier or king
How shall thee I greet? '

Hearing the words of honour
Porous lifted his wounded head
And in halting words he spoke
Though from the wounds he profusely bled

'You have won the battle fair
So enjoy the spoils it does bring
But since you have asked me with honor
Treat me, as befits a king'

An empire across the seas
I have conquered and that is mine
But your Kingdom belongs to you
I return it, its rightfully thine.

Remove his chains ', he ordered
The Lord across seven seas
'From today, between us my friend
All hostilities should cease '

A country took to the streets
In revelry, to dance and sing
To celebrate the joyous return
Of their brave and beloved King

King Porus ruled his Kingdom
For many a joy filled year
Till the day unto his death
Amongst his people who held him dear

Thursday, February 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: mythology
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Sangini 08 January 2018

👏👏👌👌 amazing

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