Some Poetic Words Upon My Story ' Grumpy King's Kingdom ' Poem by Pijush Biswas

If his ears were said to be good in betray
That those were doted by countrymen
What half a furrow can give his plundering way
To their lives, graved, between both omen
And praise? least, what should have given to barbar?
A bitter death! then, how trusty servants rescue?
Its pitier that a king be known by name,
Prettier name is prettier itself by duty.
Here Judo, I say, could sustain all to overwhelm
Or, regain kingdom, if his tyranny turned to pity;
And suppose, countrymen's wish is to stop war
To live lives comfortable, or clearly see the view.

Not a fair king, not a man of wit was counted ever
Laid a beast in him whose oppressing, signed;
Whom the praise needs high can never hear
If the barbar disclose truth of his goatish ears.
When many before were sentenced, early designed
To be looped into death, upon alligned spears
Every barbar, come to him, is itself a prettier heart
Either the grumpy king gives death or shout.
Truth never lacks bravery, or possesses high place
If countrymen fairly recognize their ruler;
Here, I say, Judo was unjust to his worthy lace
Just I'll say no more Tonny could arise again
If fair wheather had appeared in country mere
Or, had he thought to disperse their worry and strain.

If desire grows even in a child's mind to be king
If desire grows in a child's mind to be king above
I say, present king's transiency all countrymen love
Whether the child be banished to island, or did cling
To plough desolately, or attired in ragged dress.
Where woe in hell dominate, and deaths return
Where well-possessions fling like leaves into air
Or savior plays a eater's role, country is unfair;
'Tis worthy a child's honest will to alter this urn
Or, praise fairy to relieve themselves from cider-press.





10/09/2015

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