Every King has his kingdom
and every kingdom has its best.
But in the land of Fidzara
two poets sought to be blest.
Every man and every child had chosen
but the women couldn’t agree
“Each artist’s art is unique”, they said
“regardless of birth, status or pedigree”.
The King was ailed by this
and had to stop other conquests.
He never thought he will have to decide
until his people flooded him with requests.
He sought the advice of the wise fool
who asked him to call both to court.
There would be the ultimate battle of titans
and the winner would truly prove his forte.
When that glorious day dawned at last
the two poets appeared before the King.
The gates of the palace were thronged with people
their songs and cheers to this day ring.
The King looked almost with envy
at the two stalwarts who had shaken his peace.
“Why the trouble both of you have caused
would surprise even the Emperor of Greece.”
Readers, now be introduced
to these two great men of Fidzara.
Both of them sat before the King that day
one was called Bitz and the other Zockara.
Zockara was dressed in peasants’ clothes
for indeed that was who he was.
He knew the heat of the summer
and the hunger which gnaws.
Bitz, sat in his aristocratic attire
surprised at the man who had dared
To challenge his obvious and complete supremacy
soon, his foolishness wouldbe bared.
“My men, I will present you a subject
and you must put pen a poem down.
I shall judge the better poem
and give its poet the Golden Crown.”
“Cesandra”, he called out
and out of the room to his right
Appeared an angel of mystic beauty
a golden cocoon of simmering light.
“Here is my daughter”, the King announced
and the one who writes her a fitting tribute.
Shall not only be the better poet
but I will give him a greater salute.
Bitz looked at her appraisingly
And noted the elegance and the grace
But Zockara saw her as a divine form
He soared in wonder and his heart raced.
For days at end the two men laboured
one wrote with his striking mind and a silver pen
The other strove to subdue his fluttering heart
every time he entered Cesandra’s den.
The awaited day finally arrived
when they handed in their creations.
The King read them with a solemn face
and declared, “It was easier than I imagined”.
“Undoubtedly, Bitz is the better poet
give him his diamond band.
And in addition, I declare
that he has won my daughter’s hand.
There were tears of joy and great delight
the duel of wits had been won.
Then the great union in majestic glory,
the best poet and the princess became one.
The wise fool was the only man
who understood the true story.
Amidst the joyous celebrations, he visited Zockara
and found him broken-hearted and gory.
“My man”, he told him frankly
“don’t let that talent come under glove”
“You had the talent and the skill
but you made a mistake-you fell in love.”