The difference between Me and him He's wise yet I Am wiser still. Not in the way The laureates are Simpler In a village way by far.
His might herculean His mind so swift, Achilles, Alexander, Arjun-like his skill. He knows not though Neither reached the heights A dear father achieved To endure my sullen whims.
I know he's as deep As his heritage allows... Not deep perhaps Like the ocean of my love; Yet a wholesome smile At my warm but uncooked rice Would've made him king Earned him the land of my soul. (c) VedicVerses
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Close this window Jump to comment formWould've made him king
And earned him the land of my soul
Just those two lines tell the whole tale. They are a poem in themselves.
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Loving it!
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