Raise and fame
Raised to the house of fame,
living with best and worst.
Years of cake walk,
tuned with pleasure.
Overnight served by fate,
A thunder blew (called) for a new beginning,
Accepted the challenges,
resting on the shoulders, by
trusting them as well-wishers of mine.
Me and my works went clueless,
to the crocodile tears
and words of boosting.
My fame once again,
touched the crown of town.
Both empathetic and jealous men
sang a song, till the thunder
serve me again.
It is universally known fact of
King Lear’s self-destructive fate,
resting on words of boosting,
a perfect trapper of knaves,
much alike spider’s web around.
