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Sunday, July 26, 2015

A boy becomes a king

This poem of mine is dedicated to the city of Vadodara (Baroda) in Gujarat. 

To a young boy of twelve
A widowed queen asks
"Why are you here?"
The boy stands upright
Not a tremor, not a strain
He tells the good queen
"I have come to rule this place."
A surprised queen
A murmur in court
The young boy stands
His head fit for the crown.
And so he becomes
The king of a state
A young of boy of twelve
This was his fate!
Too early for the throne
He finds a mentor 
A man called Madhav Rao
Who turns a boy of twelve
Into a king who can rule.
A king with vision
A king with wealth
Of wisdom and riches
His kingdom had no less.
Palaces, cannons
Universities, libraries
Banks, businesses
Dams and services.
A patron of artists,
Of fine musicians
A champion of rights
Of people, his subjects.
And so we remember
The young boy of twelve
Who came to rule a place
And became the great king:
Maharaja Sayajirao Gaekwad!

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