This is Mahendra
And he is the king
In this air-field
That you know
Since your birth.
This king Mahendra
Is just watching you
And let you know love
That you are in
And trying to make
This place a heaven.
I know Mahendra-king
And called Him guide
What I see in Him
I can not write
And what I am going to write
Is just a replica of life
And is not true
And nothing to be proud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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