- Man
The present the truth isn't as marvelous
As it used to be one time
At whatever point Man and creature were brought together with trees
In addition, nobody was prime.
Regardless, as the wheels of time moved by
The state began to change
For Man began to think he was
The Master of that age.
Besides, it was then that things began
To go an awesome arrangement downhill
For nobody set out to raise their voice
Against the Man that lived.
It was this confidence of Man
It was this adoration propre
That incited this agitation today
In everybody's life.
Man regards him
To be sure, even among his related Men
That to set up his space
He stoops so low to kill them.
- The Window
Looking out of the window, what do I see?
Tremendous fields and meadows, winged animals on mango trees.
A dairy animals eats all finished, crunching on the grass,
Sheep and goat and wild bull, explore the landmass.
Looking out of the window, what do I see?
Tall structures of concrete, dull and dim.
An auto sounds everywhere on, a motor masters past,
In addition, if I happen to see a tree, it relinquishes me frightened.
Looking out of the window, what do I see?
The decimation of my town and the sort of a city.
As opposed to truck and bull, I see a motor auto,
What has happened to my town, I don't know who to ask.
Looking out of the window, what do I see?
With broken heart and watery eyes the dreaded Metropolis.
I throb for fields and ache for trees, anyway none would I have the capacity to find,
The primary concern I have today, is smoke in my eyes.
- The Tale of Jack, The Sharp-Sword Bearer.
As he opened his eyes one fine morning
Who jacked see, if not the King!
"Goodness Majesty," he said as he truly bowed
"Tell me, in what limit may I do you satisfied?"
"Benevolent Jack," said the ruler with a quiet brow
"We require you in this disturbing hour,
"The divider has tumbled to the foe
"We require you urgently, for recuperation!"
"Fear not, my King," said Jack as he stood
"For I will do and also can be normal,
" And drive the Enemy back to his home
Among his own specific fearful hollers."
So saying striking Jack put on his covering,
Sheathed his sword with no less brilliance
Also, remembering that the King and people watched
Specifically into battle, Jack had strolled.
He cut a head with his sharp sword
Besides, another hand with the blood-recolored sword
Until the point when the moment that the Enemy fled in fear
From Jack the Mighty, Sharp-Sword Bearer!
The King was astoundingly happy with Jack
For saving the Kingdom with such a smack
The all inclusive community too were no less fulfilled
Likewise, before Jack went on their knees.
The King gave Jack a sack of gold
Likewise, kissed his hand, lo and see!
For had it not been for Jack that day,
The King would have been the Enemy's prey!