Kings At The Fort Poem by saranyan bee

Kings At The Fort



I fancy I am Rao Jodha,
there are several kings
at the Mehrangarh fort today,
it's sunday when Rao Jodha rests,
we all pay and buy our entry tickets,
some of us wait at the counter
for the change the counter guy owes,
kings don't wait, a king says
‘tender exact change', the counter says,
we all fancy
and we all sit around the artisan who plays flute,
a lady by his side breast feeds the baby
as she plays drums and is shy kings listen to her beat,
near the oval shaped watch tower
the smell of camel is laid
at every step,
sun beats flagrant stones,
he wears the yellow turban with long cloth
the guy who plays flute,
villagers smile, toss coins in gratis,
eyes fancy he is the king,
for he can play the music as well.

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Saranyan BV © Aug 2012 Jodhpur
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