PRIDE GOES BEFORE A FALL..

 

This is an old saying , we dismiss oft with scant attentions.

Our births too, might have  occurred with some intentions,

May be the wombs differ, we two, were riding in top gear,

Unchallenged and unopposed, a dictatorial reign sans fear.

The supreme rulers we were, reigning  true for six decades

Everywhere  our presence caught attention and accolades  

Every people we met, treated us with respect  and regards,

Cared us, craving  for us to stay more, never with facades.

We did enjoy a jocund company mostly with our fellows

Never saw daylight, for days or months, sans road shows

Stay did differ, mostly of our ilk oft  in silence or in rumble,

Yet enjoying the sovereign status when  we did ensemble,

My father had such a kingly status, had a premature death,

My grandpa too died young, tyranny took away their mirth,

November did us in ,we now lost our nobility and mobility,

We, the Thousand and five hundred facing  the exit destiny

We had the best of our days here, indeed were too proud,

Every rise indeed has a fall, earthly truth, we never bowed,

 As you go up the ladder ,a slight  slip makes a fatal impact,

We are now in doldrums, dins and dumped in rivers in fact

Lessons oft learnt late, the hundred rupee wears a wry grin,

The hunter, now the hunted, our faces humiliated with sin

Every moment my mind warns, humility is thy watchword  

Indeed thy best day is  yet to come, friend, hear my word