When the November rain kissed the grass,
And the rainbow bright scarfed the sky,
The breeze that blew heaved a sigh,
And the whole of universe jumped with joy.
Throughout the kingdom was jubilation grand,
Joint celebrations hand in hand,
Shrill delights lit lands forlorn.
It was then the heavens had sworn:
Let peace prevail and our Noble prince was born.
Grew up quick-had a lot to do,
Studied industriously, for He had to.
Performed His duties without a tinge of grief,
Far from His land, never away from it.
He did His best and completed His needs,
To return to His Mother, a man of deeds.
Was handed The Reins, tender age of seventeen,
Such a young King, Oh; there never had been!
But He led His people, their prayers He answered,
East and West, their hearts he conquered.
Steering His multitude, away from pain,
Working tirelessly for His beloved Children.
He stays awake, so we sleep in peace,
Such is His nobleness, such greatness is His.
So short a time, such distance He measured,
Integrity and sovereignty, always He treasured.
Never did He rest, however tiring His journey
Through His deeds, entered eternity.
The Dragon men enjoyed peace sans bound
Under His reign, calmness they found.
His Majesty, exemplifies omniscient
All songs of praise seem insufficient.
For He surpasses them, as greatest doth least,
And walks ahead, greatness to teach.
My deepest prayers go for His self:
May His health find Him in best,
May our Father's hand upon us rest,
May our Architect, keep us blessed.
May our Sun dispel all rain,
And radiate beams of Heavenly Reign
Did he just pass away? The poem lauds him so much it makes me feel so! :p
ReplyDeleteNaw, He hasn't. He is a 'living' legend.
DeleteA masterpiece as always. I'm glad that the writer in you responded to HM's BA and you had to.
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