The Eloquent King and the Elegies Crow!!

The Eloquent King and the Elegies Crow is a dialogue. The King's thoughts are well reciprocated by the Crow.


Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
I was born a King, my friend, and you were born a crow,
So greet me as your lord and reverence you should show,
I see all men as equal, and respect all forms of life,
But so are we as subjects of time, bound by our strife,
To aspire to live beyond our lifetime, and yet to strive to survive.
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
The greatest of Hills and the strongest of rocks, My King,
Are both made of grains of sand, like blots of the same ink,
The sea washes away, and the rains dissolve the same sand,
Yet we revere the Himalayas and shed blood for the other’s land,
To kill a son to save enough for another one; now that’s my reprimand.

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
Some of them die long before the battle is born,
And some of them die while the battle is fought,
Well there are a few, even after the battle’s long gone,
Who lives by the sword and just refuses to fall,
So now would you tell me who is the luckiest of them all?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Deaf are the birds, who sing only for the joy,
Blind are the birds, who sing only for the spring,
Stranger are the ones, still, who manage to crawl,
Into the warmth of their nests in the spite of the cold,
So now would you tell me who is the prettiest of them all?

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
The man with the lovely women has indeed many faces,
And the man with the dirty hand hold the many aces,
Still there are some men, who count the heads severed,
Before his sword is drawn and the justice is delivered,
So now tell me among them, who is the Captor and the Conquered?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Dried are the rivers that seek the ocean in the rain,
Barren is the land, in the sun that hides in the shade,
Still there are many hills, that veil the evening sun,
And salutes the ghostly moon in its nocturnal run,
So now tell me among them, who is the Sage and what's undone?

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
But I cannot rule in the name of the earth or the heaven,
And I cannot conquer in the name of my selfish Raven,
Yet I am the King of the peasants and the tribesmen, alike,
Of the mighty soldiers and the little children of the dike,
So ain't I nothing but a man of disguise, ruler of the pits and the pike?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
I am the child of death upon the rainbow of life, O King,
Like a song of melancholy in the fragrant fields of spring,
I am a widow in the eyes of tomorrow, a bride to yesterday,
A dark cloud in the empty sky, like the dusk at the end of the day,
And yet I am, O King, so brighter in peace than you are in your dismay.

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
Watch me share the whole of my wealth with the needy,
And then teach me how to steal more from the greedy,
But when the curtain is drawn, and the casket is laid,
Will I be awed for what I’ve given? or what I’ve made?
With the stronger would I be remembered or with the lame?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Have you heard the eagle cry in its empty flight?
Have you seen the jackal grate in its lonely plight?
Or seen the donkey smile; or the owl out in the light?
So why bother yourself, O King, about the silent night?
Let it drift along in its own rhyme, this time it’s not your fight.

Maybe to aspire to live beyond our lifetime, and yet to strive to survive,
Let it drift along in its own rhyme, remember this time it’s not your fight.