Asoka The Demigod Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

A royal cherub was wielding a prodigy sword;
like a vengeful soldier the little eyes glowed like hot coals!
The shadow martial flair foreshadowed an emperor warrior!

Coronation was just matter of time or maybe no matter
wiping out all next to century siblings! Just bloody wiles!
The domain of an ambitious emperor must expand far and wide!

The guiding motto'Might is right' prompted the third Maurya crown
to invade Kalinga with all the conceit of winner army and regal general, the voracious victor.He ventured what his father and grandfather dreaded!

The next couple of months suffered all gory rattle and gruesome clang:
The clarion call- 'Advance and vanquish...' ripped through the front line
that was rendered cataleptic before long; the death incarnate was strolling
through the debris of mutilated humans strewn all over the traversed path!

The atrocious arrogance left a stigmatized toll in the villainous necropolis.
The maiden democracy in the land of Vedas stood like a silhouette against
the eclipsed humanity! No penance can redeem such a Himalayan sin!

The horror plunged into the fount of famous non-violence.
And the rest remains a different history; a mystery within a mystery!