Solomon's wisdom, a paradox deep,
A treasure trove of knowledge, yet secrets keep.
A king, a sage, with heart aflame,
Seeking truth, yet bound by wisdom's frame.

In ancient halls, where shadows roam,
He searches for answers, a lifelong home.
The weight of knowledge, a double-edged sword,
Cuts both ways, leaving him scarred.

His legacy, a testament to his might,
A king, a sage, in the dark of night.
His words, a river flowing, ever true,
Reflecting life's depths, for me and you.

Yet, in his wisdom, a hint of sorrow lies,
A reminder that knowledge, alone, denies.
The depths of human heart, the complexity of life,
A mystery that wisdom cannot fully rife.
                                  By: Dr Anmol 'Karla'