When hell seemed to be blessed,
And when fragrance butterflies both loved.
When pigeons brought letters of joys,
And when poor kingdom set to flys,
Then both innocent came to take life,
When relative came to bless their child.
Both the infants smiled with surprise,
And held each hand with delicate eyes.
Then the minister announced a prize,
That on those very children their future relies,
Still in those beauty people said goodbye,
When the minister exclaimed “ but who will keep them fine ?”
Yes! Even when the sun stopped shining,
They still were not whining.
Alas! an old women adopt chose sibling,
When the last flame of candle,
Had almost got giving.
The infants grew to kids,
When even the women got her immortal rest,
But the children weren’t giving.
Along with growing,
They supported with robbing.
One learnt smiling, but other still isn’t weeping.
When they dedicate to a soldier,
One proved his dominance,
While the other kept reverence.
One cared nothing but his belonging,
While the other cared for forgiving.
Superior was liked but he never cared,
Inferior was hated and called a brat,
Inferior was weak but never giving up,
Superior was expected but chose to avenge.
One bright raining night,
He evaded some Knights,
Heard the kings word,
And the thunder stroke him odd.
As per old women quote,
He mustn’t approach the root,
But as you can see he denied that law.
Superior left every belonging,
With renunciation from all good feeling.
He never left a word when he sailed,
To pursue great power and revenge,
When he found that his guardians were killed by the king’s knight.
Immense anger and agony filled his life,
Closed palms and tearful eyes.
The inferior lived a lonely life,
Enhancing skills to the foremost of height.
Got every respect he wished every time,
Protecting and forgiving his kingdom,
As all he cared was a friendly life.
Knowing that revenge is a self-consuming lie.
Day upon day, fright prevail on village,
But the mightiest son protected all from death.
And eventually the brothers faced,
Each arguing to convince to his side.
But none of the two again unite,
Finally clashed like a storm in night.
Alas! Both of them laid aside,
When the flood of blood have just came dry.
The brothers wished freedom from burden,
One carrying burden of king & friend,
While the other of family & revenge.
How to describe this immortal bond,
How the path abberate but souls unite.
How the king died from god’s badwill,
How the village reunited in heaven.
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