DHARMA

The great king sits on his throne and reckons,

His slaughtered  kinsmen and those he loved.

And as he rests on his throne, yet within he is shaken

for unknowingly he carries his sins gloved.

And when the word reaches his ears,

his beloved had met his final fate

he laments his death with pearls of tears,

as he weeps in his remorseful state.

There is no pleasure in ruling a domain,

with a  life leeched  with weariness.

For we must mourn for the living,

for the dead have left the worldly menace.

As their powers begin to wane,

their world as it begins to begrime

they have perceived, there is nothing to gain

every creature is cooked in the cauldron of time.

The holy sons set out to an end,

as they approach the rising sun

they seek what destiny has penned

It’s their  time to ascend to heaven.

Bare footed they shovel what destiny summons

travelling days beneath the unchanging sky

and as his brethren perish one by one,

the great king resists to die.

Follows him this one dog who digress

in every sense devoted to his lord , the king.

And as the ruler of heaven descends to the world of less

the king pleads to take his BHAKTA in his tone so prim.

The  mighty ruler of the two neglects his plea,

Abandons his wish to take the dog along

the king chooses the dog instead of immortality

for it is against the dharma, for  it is wrong.

The Father appears, he who had tested him long,

in this battle course of time, he grins at his acts

and he reminds him those times he had made him strong

for there are funny situations time enacts.

The great king cites the forest land

He reckons his brothers incinerated by thirst

One of whose life is in his hand

but it is only one he can choose to be revived out of dirt.

The brothers drank the forbidden water,

A voice had called unto them for a prior claim,   , 

ignoring it, they hurriedly filled their bladder

the poison left them dead,all of them the same.

But the great king, he came

in search of his lost brothers

the voice approached him quiet the same

but now his life hangs at the cost of his errs.

the voice, it riddled! 

questioned the unthinkable

the king’s brain so crippled!

a moment he faced never so unstable.

“What is Happiness?” the voice demands

the answer follows a certain thought

 and as the king, on the bank he stands

answers after what he sought.

“it is he who cooks in his home

he who lives without any debt

he is a truly happy man

who isn’t exiled and has nothing to regret.”

The second question comes darting by

“what is extra ordinary??”

the king stands strong with his will to try

and answers what seems satisfactory.

he answers”it is extraordinary to see

that people witness people dying

and though they expect eternity

it is sad to realise that they are lying”

the question ascends “What is news?”

the king replies baldly

“time cooks beings – that is news”

and the great man stood there boldly.

And then the final question arises.

the voice eagerly  inquired

“what is the highest dharma?”

the answer remains with the king to acquired.

“Compassion” he answers of all he knows

the answer so elegant and ironic.

and as the voice it flows,

the king has won over his panic.

The voice satisfied rewards the king,

with just one life of any of his brothers

any one he thinks deserves resurrecting

he now chooses between the two mothers

He chose his step brother over his own blood

 he did not regret what he had chosen. 

and as his brother arose from dust,

he knew both his mother had a son 

Dharma is the duty one is born with,

It is what is defined by deeds

a man is said to be a man

till he looses his repute and dignity.