Kind Ruler
King on hunt spree mission,
To assess the situation and frank admission,
Petition from subject for ready submission,
Judgment on spot without any commission,
Lost track while in disguise,
Went away without any guide,
Was difficult to unrevealing and hide,
No transport, no horse and difficult to ride,
Tried hard but found no way out,
sweating, pushing and asking about,
Norms to one side and rules flout,
No one should know what clout is,
Managed horse to venture further,
No guidance, no means and ways other,
Forgot instructions and advice given by father,
His rule praised as cap with feather,
Alighted kind when seeing a hut,
Made of straws, no comforts but,
Ideal place to go and rest,
Not to receive the garland beet,
Poor and simple peasant got the wind,
Not an ordinary person here to find,
Went inside to converse with mother,
Mother advised not to so bother,
Long live king but have little to offer,
Nature so cruel and yield we suffer,
States levy is salt in wound,
No other means for life found,
Cut piece of sugar cane and crushed,
Combined many with force pushed,
So sweet juice filled in little pot glass,
Ruler happy with treatment of fine class,
Cane juice ready with so sweet test,
Ruler thought yield may be more and best,
Not paying state with revenue on rest,
When back in capital Think more how to wrest
Ruler still thirsty asked for more,
Went old lady to take out and pour,
Suddenly lady got wind and felt sour,
Why king thought to drink on tour?
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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