Oh!!! my dear Jigna, this is my last attempt,
Let’s see if this time, it can tempt.
Here I shall remind of an old story,
Of a slave Androcles’s glory.
Centuries back when slavery prevailed,
There was a ruthless Emperor whom Androcales hailed.
Mistreatment and punishments he received daily,
Tired of which Androcles decided to abandon his master, permanently.
On his run, he trespassed the jungle,
Whose king punished, trespassing humans on principal.
Wishing for luck Androcles moved forward.
And found jungle king (lion) lying injured.
Pleased of his luck, Androcles moved ahead,
But something kept prickling his heart and head.
An arrow struck the lion’s paw,
His hunter is destined to find him and release death from his bow.
But if he return to help the lion,
He is doomed to die without any scion.
Androcles’s mind was in conflict,
And he couldn’t find a way out of it.
A painful roar, from the injured beast,
And Androcles couldn’t resist.
He went back to the beast,
Pulled the arrow and bandaged its feet.
Soon the king of the jungle stood,
His stature rose higher than Androcles’s hood.
Fear gripped and his body started to shiver,
But lion bowed and walked of his hither.
Androcles moved and found himself a cave,
Emperor’s men were still look for absconding slave.
Weeks later he was caught and summoned,
Sentenced to exemplary death as Emperor planned.
Androcles was thrown in cage of a starving lion,
Public watched as hungry beast charged on its luncheon.
People gawped and were left awe struck,
As all the hungry beast did was, lick.
Androcles patted the lion licking his hand,
Astonished emperor asked for Androcles to be in his stand.
Inquired Androcles of the story since he did flee,
After listening which, both Androcles and lion were set free.
This was one of Aesop’s fable,
Told to children, for feeding moral.
I could not find a better way,
To present selfless help with a poetic say.
Looking at the world today,
Where, just selfish people stay.
Help others, they do,
But only, if personnel gains are available too.
A little act of helping the needy,
Without any signs of being greedy,
Can change the life of person in need,
And you may not know,
as heavens count in your account, one good deed.
9 comments:
heard the story in childhood....u fabricated it very nicely....gud work with a strong meaning of helping others without asking for anything
all ur poems r really worth reading and this is surely one of them
I don't know about Jigna:P,
I loved the way you made the story into the poem!:)
Good going... Nice poetry... when did u start doing this bugga!??? :D
Anyways... keep up the good work!
Story was taught to me by my sexy English teacher, still remember it.
The best part was the last 3 paragraphs!
stanzas I guess
if you're considering revisions for this piece, i would point to repetition as being noticeable (specifically word and imagery reps) - i say noticeable because it's not being done in a way that is helping the reflective metaphor; if you want that kind of repetition i think it would work better as structure (AA vs BB). you could definitely do word cuts and still keep the meaning; brevity might be a helpful goal in your revisions.
The rhyme-scheme is very pleasant, and delicate; not in any way forced. :)
Nice poem ...and way to write a poem of a story ...
Good work ...
This was one of Aesop’s fable,
Told to children, for feeding moral.
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Loved it! :) I don't think it was easy at all to write on the theme!...bravo!
....i'm saying so cause people just pause and sigh on the thought of selfless help...nobody goes beyond...but your thought has!!
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