A king nicknamed Mr. Miser,
Always tried to be too wiser.
His subjects opposed him never,
But they also tried to be clever.
The king had a daughter,
Famous for her open laughter.
On the wedding day of her,
He issued a royal order.
“That every citizen shall pour
A pot of cow’s milk pure
Into the big drum that’s kept
At the palace front-gate.”
Each one just thought,
His neighbor had brought
Pure cow’s milk in his pot,
That made up the whole lot.
It became a secret matter,
That everyone poured water.
No milk was in the drum,
But water-full upto its brim.
Often, we think, we’re wiser,
More than our neighbor,
And if everyone thinks like this,
Something we’re sure to miss.
what an insightful poem, so well written. Thank you for posting it. -Eila
What an excellent story. This miser king received poetic justice that was well deserved. Another eloquent and very wise penning from Rajaram Ramachandran. If you listen very closely, in the distance you will hear my warm applause. Kindest regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
Often, we think, we’re wiser, More than our neighbor, And if everyone thinks like this, Something we’re sure to miss..to be wiser among wisest is welcome.. to act wise is also welcome but to act over wise is something not welcome.... lovely piece.....10 rad mine..marriage old style....no intrusion