Mock Epic: The Siege Of The Bedroom Gates Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Moon, witness to the nightly siege,
Where Heroes—Parents—march against the relentless foe: Bedtime,
And Children, tiny Titans of mischief, defend their kingdom,
Clutching blankets like shields, stuffed animals as swords.
Behold the Mortal Parent, armor of patience gleaming,
Torch in hand, voice like a herald of doom:
"Now to bed! The hour is late, the stars demand it! "
Yet the Children, fierce and cunning, resist,
Spinning tales, summoning monsters, negotiating delays,
Their laughter ringing like battle horns through hallways.
The Bedroom becomes a fortress, blankets tangled like moats,
Pillows stacked as walls against encroaching authority.
Even the nightstand lamp rises as a citadel,
Its glow a beacon of both hope and terror.
Feet dangle from beds like tiny trebuchets,
Launching toys and socks in desperate defense.
Allies of the Children—pets, dolls, and shadows—join the fray,
Dodging decrees, inspiring rebellion, cheering mischief.
Parents counter with threats, lullabies, and heroic persistence,
Patience tested as if by the Titans themselves.
At last, victory is claimed, slowly and with cunning:
Children tucked, blankets arranged, lights dimmed,
And the Heroic Parent retreats, exhausted yet triumphant,
While tiny warriors murmur in sleep, plotting tomorrow's siege.
Thus ends the epic of Bedtime, nightly siege eternal,
Where courage, strategy, and absurd heroism
Turn the mundane into legend,
And mortals—both large and small—become heroes in their own right.