Mock Epic: The Chronicles Of The Household Thrones Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Hearth, witness to dynasties in miniature,
Of Heroes—siblings—waging epic wars over kingdoms small,
Where chairs become thrones, blankets are fortresses,
And every toy a relic of contested sovereignty.
Behold the Firstborn, armored in authority,
Proclaiming edicts with voice like rolling thunder:
"This seat is mine! That snack, my treasure!
The remote bends to my command alone! "
The Younger, cunning and fleet, plots in shadows,
Deploying stealth attacks with whispered threats,
Launching pillows, scattering toys, claiming victories unseen.
The Household becomes a battlefield, corridors rivers of chaos,
Staircases sieges, kitchen tables citadels,
And parents, benevolent yet weary gods,
Watch from distant thrones, issuing occasional decrees.
Alliances shift like sand, loyalty fleeting as spilled juice,
And trivial quarrels echo through the halls like epic sagas.
Yet even in conflict, cunning and valor are displayed:
The firstborn negotiates with wisdom of old kings,
The younger strikes with creativity of nimble generals.
Every victory, every defeat, is recorded in crumbs,
Every laugh, shriek, and snatched toy a chapter in legend.
At last, the evening truce descends like twilight,
Toy swords laid down, blankets folded into peace,
Yet tomorrow, dynasties will rise again,
And the battle for the Household Thrones continues, eternal.
Thus ends the epic of Sibling Rivalry,
Where mortals learn strategy, cunning, and endurance,
And every quarrel, though absurd, becomes heroic,
Inscribed in the annals of domestic legend.