Alone in the sands
The fields was yellow
It lost its greenery
What could have happened?
Make haste, get the soothsayers
Even the palms
They swayed not
Not that the beauty was lost
But in their dance
Lies that Sweet sound
I could see the cloud
Far from thence
This mystery we must solve
A puzzle we must demystify
As the pride passed by
The King followed behind
Abomination! A Lion King leads from the front
Whatever caused this blackness
Surely permeated his kingdom
His pride was hurt
Let's call the wise one
Suggested the Mice
For the King speaketh not
Like a sprinter he arrived
The wise old Tortoise
Only him has the answer
He conjured; poured wine
That their king may live
He made several atonements
To the lords of the night
Then his offering was accepted
The secrets were revealed
I have seen him fight
But today, it is not by strength
He has lost his Queen
The Queen of his heart
Who can atone the Lion King
None!
And just suddenly
Her heart belongs to another
But how can he fight
When he is disadvantaged
How can he fight
When he is seen as a weakling
He had lost his pride
Where do we go from here?
The wise one said
Like a well rehearsed song
All chanted in solidarity
Forward!
Fall eight times, rise the night
And so it happened
The pride of the King
Has just fallen for another
None can appease him
But in him lies greatness
For surely, he will rise again
And who knows, just maybe
He will find love again
It never happened before
But the Lion King cried
Who will clean his tears?
Who?
it is not by strength He has lost his Queen The Queen of his heart lost love lost love great 10++++++++++++++++++++++
A well crafted lovely poem of the day. Congrats, Babatunde for being selected.......10+++++++++
I could see the cloud/Far from thence/This mystery we must solve/A puzzle we must demystify......your thoughtful expression has the power to move from specif to generic dispensing valid substances for speculation! Many congratulations for this insightful piece of work being chosen as Poem of the Day!
Typos: Please read as: specific. I vote this wonderful poem with a 10
Well articulated and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with conviction. An interesting story written with insight.
“fall eight times, rise the night“. Well crafted with a folklore suited into our existence.
And who knows just may be He will find love again It never happened before But the lion king cried who will clean his tears? Who? " An unpredictable and amusing conclusion of the story poem. Congrats on POTD.
Losing one’s vigor and vitality is a difficult thing to swallow! Wise words shared through the story of lion king, most powerful of all. Congratulations for a poem written with style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'And just suddenly Her heart belongs to another But how can he fight When he is disadvantaged How can he fight When he is seen as a weakling He had lost his pride '.. with sudden twist to the story you have made it very interesting. Nice poem. Congrats.