Once when The King Akbar
Was having a walk in his park,
He suddenly fell on his belly
While the others had awful remarks.
He stepped on the wet soil
And that's why he fell,
The feeling was frustrating
Who upon he should yell.
So he called the poor gardener
And stated that the wet soil,
Was his careless work's result
He's the reason everything has spoilt.
He did nothing intentionally
But spoilt Akbar's plans,
So he was captured in the dungeons
With the thieves and their clans.
Akbar announced his execution
And left him aghast,
While Birbal alone talked to him
They planned something very fast.
The next day before the hanging
The gardener went to the King,
He spat on the king's expensive shoes
Still scared he was shivering.
Akbar boiling all with anger
Asked the reason "WHY?"
But instead of the gardener
The court echoed with Birbal's cry.
"Your Majesty!" He cried loudly
"I know what he meant,
He just saved the king's pride
Before to the heavens he'll be sent."
"Today all the kingdom is curious
For the reason to execute this man,
But no one ever had one
So he just gave you one for your plan."
"As he thinks that your name should
Always stand with justice,
He did something worth execution
That's all he meant. Isn't it?"
Akbar realised his mistake suddenly
And cancelled the hanging,
While the gardener couldn't stop
His hearty and great Thanksgiving
So that's how 'The Clever Birbal'
Proved himself the smartest of all,
And with his great skills, he won
The hearts of the crowd in the hall.
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Poet's Note
Hey reader,
Birbal always makes Akbar realise his mistake. Do you think I am doing any? Be my Birbal and correct me.
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