the boy wanted to serve;
the king
who is capable
to guide alone.
he is too sure,
this is why;
he is born.
so he put
all his effort
to get enrolled
in the processes,
that could take him closer
to his goal.

on the way to palace,
he met a fellow,
looks so noble,
member of an academy,
wearing a dress
so long
and so white,
like an angel
to follow.

hello;
the boy said,
hello! child,
the fellow replied.
oh! so divine,
so caring,
that's the man,
i must follow
the boy thought
in his mind.

child, you look like
lost;
how can i help?
the fellow added.
the boy thought,
I got the light.
so, the boy bursted,
can you show the way
to the palace?
the fellow seemed
so touched,
and he started crying
O my king! O my king!
and started praising king,
and got lost in describing
the beauty of the palace.
the boy, felt blessed,
oh! i am in right hand.
my dream coming true.

so the boy;
followed the fellow.
serve him,
please him,
and the fellow says,
king likes that
king loves that
the boy becomes
more dedicated to.
years passed,
and years.
the boy see,
many other fellows,
many other boys;
who follow.
and rules of that
and rules of this
which are so customary
make no sense,
and
no where the palace,
no where the peace;
they described so boldly.

one day the boy
listened to his heart
and asked the fellow,
have you ever
seen the palace?
the fellow said, no.
how you are so sure
this is the path
to the palace?
the fellow said,
when i was a boy,
i followed a fellow,
he taught me
what to do.
the boy added,
how could that fellow
know that?
the fellow said,
his fellow taught
him that.
and so on..
the fellow started,
the story of a tree
and its branches.
the boy just stood up
and faced the fellow
into his eyes
and asked so boldly,
and you think
none are fallible?
yes we are,
but we are agent,
agent of the king.
so confident
sounded the fellow.

now the boy exclaimed,
how you know that?
the fellow seemed calm
and quoted from a fellow
who was on top branch
of the tree,
"you are the agent of the king who
follow me"
the boy now understood
and laughed
now the fellow is surprised
the fellow said, what?

the boy is taking off
the long gown
and murmuring to himself,
you are not agent,
you are regent.
you think king is absent,
bound by the laws,
you think,
king is incapable,
his guide is not complete,
he can not guide alone
without  you.
you think,
you are the one
upholding him.

and then finally said to the fellow,
surely you will
follow the dead,
and his fallible carriers,
and their twisted stories,
and serve a regent,
to be a regent.

i am to serve the king
who needs no regent
to guide,
he is not absent,
while just unseen.
i will only follow
the infallible,
the alive.

This Tricky Cunning Fellow


One so young, gone

A companion of all, a lover of none

Like a thief in the night

This tricky cunning fellow will come and ***** out your light

A king’s nightmare, a mother’s worst enemy

This tricky cunning fellow is a respecter of none, trust me
An experience will change your life forever

Nowhere to run, cower or hide when he comes like an uninvited lover

He will dine and wine with you, dropping one or two lies as he whispers to you

Be not deceived, his goal isn’t to tease or please, he is there just to ruin

No number of warriors, magicians or strong towers can keep him back

This tricky cunning fellow is a master in the art of war, he will simply attack

Just when your guard is down and when you least expect, calamity strikes!

Only then would you get the fame and love you so desired via a thousand Facebook likes

Friends and family who never cared for you, yet smiling while baring envious teeth

But it is that tricky cunning fellow who opened your eyes to see the truth, by closing it

For some a time to eat and drink and show their affluence

Instead of reflection and regrets while they mourn in silence

But their time cometh one way or another, whether by man, man-made or natural causes

Everyone must submit to his wit, charm and supernatural forces
A recruitment not even age, class, creed or *** can be exempt from its call

Child, rich, poor, male, female, sick, healthy, black or white, must fall in line, not one, but all

A race where there is no winner or loser, just a referee blowing a whistle to start the run

This tricky cunning fellow is indeed a companion of all, and a lover of none