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~~~~~~~~~~~~~1~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The valiant king rode across A perilous mountain pass, which Led to a mystic who could Dispel the chance of death at war. He roved along the rough terrain Through rows of shuddering pine His journey had no sojourn till He'd drink the elixir wine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~2~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sage lived in a far flung place Amidst mountains old as time In that ancient talismanic cave He reached his spiritual prime. No man had ever seen the sage Yet stories had been told, of those Who sipped that miracle wine And rose above their woes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~3~~~~~~~~~~~~ The king kneeled down before the sage To narrate his woes through prayer Then said, pour thy mercy, my Lord, For my nation's in despair. The gory war's killed umpteen men My army faces defeat Bless and save my people, O Lord! For the enemy won't retreat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~4~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sage looked at the distressed king Whose heartbeats had sunken low For only the saint's miracle Could help him fight the foe. The sage did cast a magic spell Pressed the ruler's armour of steel Then said go back and fight my king Triumph, and help your nation heal. Prashant Shaurya © All Rights Reserved 17-04-2019
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
The Mystic and the King
~~~~~~~~~~~~~1~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The valiant king rode across A perilous mountain pass, which Led to a mystic who could Dispel the chance of death at war. He roved along the rough terrain Through rows of shuddering pine His journey had no sojourn till He'd drink the elixir wine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~2~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sage lived in a far flung place Amidst mountains old as time In that ancient talismanic cave He reached his spiritual prime. No man had ever seen the sage Yet stories had been told, of those Who sipped that miracle wine And rose above their woes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~3~~~~~~~~~~~~ The king kneeled down before the sage To narrate his woes through prayer Then said, pour thy mercy, my Lord, For my nation's in despair. The gory war's killed umpteen men My army faces defeat Bless and save my people, O Lord! For the enemy won't retreat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~4~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sage looked at the distressed king Whose heartbeats had sunken low For only the saint's miracle Could help him fight the foe. The sage did cast a magic spell Pressed the ruler's armour of steel Then said go back and fight my king Triumph, and help your nation heal. Prashant Shaurya © All Rights Reserved 17-04-2019
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
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