In the realm of Asadgarh, there lived a lad unknown,
A boy unaware of the crown upon his own throne.
Lost amidst whispers of a critical world’s gaze,
He cloaked his regal essence in a self-imposed haze.
Unseen was his brilliance, a gem within his soul,
A king by birth, yet the world’s judgments took their toll.
They chiseled away at his spirit, casting a shade,
His golden heart obscured, his worth began to fade.
Oh, the Jewel of Asadgarh, adorned in doubt’s attire,
Unaware of his majesty, consumed by the world’s mire.
He measured himself by external, fleeting views,
Forgetting his crown and the power he could use.
But deep within, a flicker, a resilient flame,
Whispering ancient truths, bidding him to reclaim.
The echoes of his lineage, the legacy untold,
A king in his own right, with stories yet to unfold.
Through the verses of time, the boy would come to find,
His kingdom lay within, beyond the world’s design.
His heart aglow with wisdom, compassion in his hand,
A sovereign of his destiny, his reign now grand.
The Jewel of Asadgarh, once obscured by worldly strings,
Now shines in regal splendor, the radiance that it brings.
For in discovering self-worth, in silencing the crowd’s roar,
He claimed his royal heritage, forever and evermore.
by MA
