He rose up to the throne wearing the stately attire;
His courtiers abreast of him, fueling him proudly – a blazing fire.
Ablaze, he proclaimed his laws, unquestionable; unfurled his supremacy
The aura he created sang the anthem of pride and arrogance, the diplomacy.
Afar his kingdom, someone lived in a humble cottage;
With his kins and kiths, wearing a vintage country joy, his privilege.
He celebrated in their harvest, he mourned in their fall.
He gifted his people treasure of love, in his humble cottage – a rare stall.
Once the stately attire encountered the humble cottage;
Weirdly stared at the humble cottage and his glittering kins and kiths
And the magical world of the humble cottage, hauling no trace of savage,
No gradation, no discrimination, but a tranquil breath to uncage the savage.
The stately attire roared beastly;
The humble cottage stayed priestly.
The stately attire stands for pride
The humble cottage stands for humility
Hirendra Kumar Meher