A king had four queens, <br />Comparable by no means, <br />In their in-born intelligence <br />And their royal appearance. <br /> <br />More he loved the last queen, <br />The youngest and robust one, <br />And the rest got less importance <br />In the order of his preference. <br /> <br />As years passed, he became old. <br />Their hands, he couldn’t hold. <br />At last, his final moment came. <br />Highly emotional he then became. <br /> <br />He called first, the last queen. <br />And said, “My dear, you’ve seen <br />Close to you, how I’ve been, <br />When I was fresh and green.” <br /> <br />“Will you come with me, <br />When the Death takes me, <br />For I gave you all my love, <br />And without you I can’t leave.” <br /> <br />She said, “Sorry, My dear, <br />I’ll keep you in my prayer. <br />I can’t, after your death, <br />Leave this, my mother earth, ” <br /> <br />He asked next his third one. <br />She said, “I wish to remain <br />In the hands your successor, <br />Who can fulfill my every desire.” <br /> <br />He then asked the second one. <br />She told, “I’m still your queen. <br />I’ll follow Your Majesty <br />Until you reach the cemetery.” <br /> <br />The first one, he looked at. <br />His mouth remained shut. <br />He had no words to speak, <br />As he became still weak. <br /> <br />The first queen told, “Oh dear, <br />I belong to you only forever. <br />I’ll come with you wherever <br />You command me to be there.” <br /> <br />He was surprised to hear <br />Soothing words from her. <br />Though in his love-list <br />Always she remained the last. <br /> <br />Here, body is the last queen, <br />One’s wealth is the third one, <br />Friends, relatives being the second, <br />Always “Soul” remains unfound.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-remains-one-s-own/
