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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Would'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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