Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Indispire # BackFromTheDead

Today I want to share a story poem with you. I know it is such a torture to read lengthy works but this is something very close to my heart and today I feel like sharing with you people. I usually write something very short but one day this just came out of blue and it is so relevant to the topic #BackFromTheDead. 
                          

Hidden Faces

Once upon a time there lived a kind and just king
Everyone loved him; his praise they would sing
With his two sons and his beautiful wife
He was very happy and content with life
One morning, while riding his horse a tragedy struck
He fell from his horse and was dead by sheer bad luck
The angels took away his soul as written in the record
To decide about his future they presented him before the Lord
With one glance at his pure heart the Almighty could tell
He belonged to the heaven and not to the hell
Yet drops and drops of tears rolled down from the king’s eyes
God realized though good, the king was not wise
“My son, you weep because you are not smart
Don’t weep, very unreliable is human heart
Try to forget the past, try to push the memories away
In this heaven where you don’t die, you can forever stay”
Slowly the king whispered “I know what I lack.
Where I am loved by everyone; there I want to go back
My brave commander, wisest of all men my minister
They are all dutiful; nothing in my life is sinister
Everyone loves me dearly. In turn I love them all
My sons are obedient and are always at my beck and call
My queens fidelity my Lord, could surpass that of Penelope
More happiness than this I can never ever hope
I need no heaven now or anytime hereafter
Happy I am in my kingdom, whatever is the matter
‘O’ Father, send me there where everyone loves me
If not, I assure you broken my heart would be”
God did not wish to break his heart, for good hearts are rare
Yet by his own rules he couldn’t send him back there
Said God, “Once dead no one can go back there dear son,
Yet I will send you back, though now you can be seen or heard by anyone
Because you will receive your body only after three days
Till then you will be hiding and watching how everyone behaves
But if you fill find out sadly that people are selfish
You can come back to me anytime with your mere wish.”
Two angels brought back to earth the now smiling King
There he had to watch over his funeral his dear ones mourning
“Don’t weep darlings,” he said “this death is just illusion
Wait for just three days and there will be no more confusion”
No one could hear nor see their beloved King
They sobbed bitterly over the most tragic happening
Each and everyone was only talking about the King’s death
They hated to be alive and cursed their every breath
One look at their face and even the silliest could tell
Since morning no one had gulped even a single morsel
The King’s heart was filled seeing all the love
He strongly decided once again, I will not go to heaven above
Thinking of his friendly minister the King came to where he lived
The ghastly sight that met his eyes had to be seen to be believed
His dear friend held tightly in his hand a very sharp knife
His bodyguards were putting in every effort to save his life
“Don’t kill yourself,” cried the King “O my dearest friend.
This is just a passing phase, believe me this is not the end.”
The minister who was exhausted just slumped down
His children wept and his sat there fanning him with tip of her gown
‘What is my commander doing?’ questioned the King in wonder
When he found sobbing and weeping his brave strong commander
Pointing towards sky the brave one let out a loud cry
“If you had to take a life our King’s life ….. WHY?
In his place could you not push me into the grave?”
He banged his head and wept. He was no more The Brave.
The King’s burning soul now cried for some solace
So he decided it was time to visit his palace
All the servants there stood still, all of them were silent
Not a sound could be heard, save a sigh and a lament
His two children were crying in the their own chambers
All consoling and cajoling only fuelled the embers
As tears trickled down they did not bother to wipe it either
Just under their breath they whispered, “Father! Dear father!”
It was too much for the King to suffer without being heard or seen
He wanted to find some consolation in his dear beloved queen
He found her laying still and shocked, on the cozy bed
Two faithful maidens stood wiping tears from the eyes ruby red
Looking at his queen’s state the King bitterly cried
“Why are your luscious lips now parched and dried?
O dear! My beloved, like dead why do you sleep?
 Why is your perfect hair disheveled and why your breaths so deep?
O my dearest, I am here. Only I cannot be seen.”
He tried to talk but failed to console his beloved queen.
Suddenly the queen moved and she got up with a start
And let out a heart rending cry clasping her heart
“My beloved! MY love! My King! Where are you?
They say you are dead. How can this be true?
Life without you is worst than death, how can I bear this pain!”
Uttering those words she wept bitterly and fainted again.
Her maids discussed that it was the routine since morning
Anxiety rose in them and soon the doctor was called in
Absent minded the doctor gave some medicine which would help
The doctor like usual was not his jovial self
The King never had known his queen loved him so much
He caressed her head though she did not feel his touch
Unable to move from her side he sat beside her on the bed
Cruel it was he couldn’t console anyone by showing he was not dead
After a long time the queen slowly started stirring
“I want to be lonely with the memories and thoughts of my King”.
Saying so she sent away the maids and closed the door
Then she sat, biting her lips and with the toe scratching the floor
The King feared there may be some danger to his beloved wife
He thought she was planning of putting an end to her worthless life
No one was around in the room or anywhere nearby on this cold, silent and dark night
When suddenly through the secret door of the chamber there arrived a light
Holding lamp in its hands slowly then a shadow rocked
Peering at it the King saw his minister and normally he was shocked
‘What is he doing here?’ thought the king ‘at this time of night’
Suddenly the queen rushed past the wondering King shouting with delight
She embraced and kissed the lips of her dear minister
They whispered lovingly not knowing they had a visitor
“At last after many years, now we have become free’.
The King could neither weep nor laugh at this sadistic mockery
He was aghast seeing the naked form of love and friendship
His heart was burning as though it was scorched by thorny whip
He heard the queen planning of marrying as she could not be alone
‘Soon’ she said the king of her heart would sit on the throne
This infidelity, this licentious treachery the king could bear no more
He ran towards his son’s chamber with a heart bitter and sore
There he was amazed to find their tongues and swords on full swing
They were fighting to decide who would be the future king
Their faces were fierce. Of sorrow there was now no trace
The heart broken king had an urge to get out of that horrid palace
He realized in a hard way thee is no value for human relation
For his burning soul he did not know where to find some consolation
On his way out he heard some low whispering sound
He followed it and all his servants discussing he found
They were discussing on his death rites what would be their share
The king heard them and moved ahead without much care
His commander-in-chief with army officials sat around a table
And announced “As the King is dead, the government is not stable
This is the proper time for coup; soon I will grab the power
When the crown is mine on all of you wealth I will shower”.
Thus found the king his commander and his men of troupe
Not mourning anymore but scheming and planning for a coup
The King left that place even sadder than before
He thought to himself ‘Why men are so rotten to the core?’
‘Yet everything is not lost’ said to himself the poor King
‘My subjects still love me, my praises they still sing’
More sorrows awaited him as he observed them one by one
True love for him he could find in the heart of none
He then saw the beloved subjects who were now muttering and grumbling
And for the trouble caused they were even cursing the King
Now inside their homes making sure no one could hear them they said
“Is it our fault? Is it our problem that the king is dead?
We had to be starved and famished since today morning
If not others would accuse us of not loving our king
Everyone losing a days happiness were burning in anger
In the cover of darkness they were busy killing pangs of hunger
The King saw the bitter truth. Everyone in his life was a fraud
Losing his battle in a single day he sadly returned to God
“No more my Father”, said the king, “I will suffer in this turmoil,
I thank you heartily for freeing me from this terrible mortal coil
Until now I thought everyone to me were duty bound
I am amazed and sad by the truth which today I found
No one cares for others vicissitudes nor are their actions just
All men and women are busy consoling their burning lust
Children need parents when are to be cared and fed
They care not a fig for parents when they learn they are dead
Everyone there My Lord I found so greedy and selfish
I wished to go back to them? I am very foolish
What I now realize is that all the love I felt back on earth
Was just a great drama without any real worth?
The world down there is very unkind and cruel
Happy I will be in heaven or even in a Hell
But never will I go back to my kingdom again
One meeting with the naked truth has given me enough pain”.
Saying thus with shame the King hung his head down
The ever smiling God looked at him with a deep frown
“I created Man with great care and perfected his every part
But somehow I feel I went wrong when creating his heart
Its feelings were so selfish I had to hide it in his chest
Of all the gifts I have given to man this is the best
I had to give them power to lie, pretend and act
To lessen their selfish hearts acidic impact
To live with naked truth Man has not enough power
So the true faces I have hid behind a pleasant cover
Yet, you hate none, dear son; you are truly brave and strong
I should be ashamed for it is my children who have done wrong”.
To take the King to heaven for angels God sent call

And sat there alone wondering ‘WHY I created man after all!’  

7 comments:

  1. I don't think there can be a better poem on this prompt... I LOVED LOVED LOVED it..

    there's truth and my heart broke for the king.. Not all humans are like that,. but we do get over grief perhaps more easily than we should.
    I've saved the poem.. thank you for sharing it.. It is amazingly beautiful <3

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    1. Thank you ashadeofpen It was a life event that triggered those thoughts. I know not all humans are like that, but many of them are. It is true that even though death hurts, life moves on.

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  2. Lovely post dear...enjoyed reading it....:-)

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  3. Beautiful! Justifies the prompt . wishes Kokila.

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  4. Wow! He who expects anything of his fellow-man is doomed to disappointment. How largely true.

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  5. True life can be treacherous . Brilliant poem.. Loved how you narrated the whole story ... the flow is smooth and the world flow beautifully.

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