There was a great king
Who wanted under his wing
A chief minister upswing.
For this post prestigious
He wanted a man prodigious.
He had spotted three men
Amongst his council of gentlemen.
Of the men three
He had one to decree.
He envisaged a plan
And ordered for a lock with elan.
Holding aloft the lock
He asked them the next day to unlock.
There was a number theory
Which they had to decipher clearly.
All the three were confident
They dispersed without an argument.
One, all the Maths texts rummaged
But no clue could be envisaged.
The other scrutinized the science of locks
And set out with many keys in his box.
The third was prepared the music to face
And came gallantly to win the race.
The next day the first two tried
Before long fell their pride.
The first with different numbers tried
The lock to open he couldn’t guide.
The second tried with various keys
In vain his efforts did cease.
The third took the lock in his hand
Just inspected it to understand
It was not locked but kept opened
And lo! there it happened!
Needless to say he was the Chief Minister!
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This poem is a riddle like. Here commonsense is the main source of the story you have nicely envisioned. Groovy writing. Many thanks madam.
The test is to find the truth. Commonsense is the key not extraordinary sense. Beautiful poem with a moral.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting story told beautifully in rhyming verse having a great moral! Before forming prejudices and coming to preconceived notions, observe carefully and come to conclusions and solutions! Enjoyed much! A 10