The goldsmith continued:
“Like a royal messenger
There came a stranger.
He wore a woman’s dress.
And entered the palace.”
“He saw a young prince,
With a golden necklace,
In his bed fast asleep,
But suddenly woke up.”
“A dual fight ensued then.
The thief escaped and ran.
Till today he wasn’t seen
To catch him there’s none.”
THE YOUNG MAN’S SHOW
The goldsmith further told:
“A young man had a spear.
To go near him all had fear
Once there came a thief
With his axe and knife.”
“The thief saw the spear,
And ran away out of fear.
So, if you believe a thief,
It’ll result in your grief.”
KOVALAN FELL DOWN DEAD
A soldier threw his sword.
Kovalan spoke no word,
But he fell down dead,
In a pool of blood.
The presiding deity
Of the Madurai City
She was left to mourn
O’er the loss of a son.
The king’s scepter one
It bent a while down
As justice was undone
In a case not proven.
A SORROWFUL END
Who was to be blamed?
This end had fate timed?
Or, the king was named?
Or, the goldsmith framed?
Who’ll give answer?
No answer lies here.
When justice is delayed
Then justice is denied.
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