3 Narrative Poems: The Man, the Window, and the Tale of Jack, and the Bearer of the Sharp Sword

1. Man

Today’s world is not so good
How it used to be once
When man and beast were one with the trees
And nobody was better.

But as the wheels of time went by
The state began to change
Because the man began to think that he was
The Master of that time.

And that’s when things started
Go a lot downhill
Because no one dared to raise their voices
Against the man who lived.

It was this self esteem of man
Was this self love
That led to this confusion today
In everyone’s life.

Man thinks too much about him
Even among his fellow men
What to establish your domain
He crouches so low to kill them.

2. The window

Looking out the window, what do I perceive?
Vast fields and meadows, birds on mangoes.
A cow grazes here and there, chewing the grass,
Sheep, goats, and buffalo traverse the land mass.

Looking out the window, what do I perceive?
Tall concrete buildings, dull and gray.
A car honks here and there, an engine whizzes by,
And if I see a tree, it horrifies me.

Looking out the window, what do I perceive?
The destruction of my town and the shape of a city.
Instead of car and bull, I see a car
What has happened to my people, I don’t know who to ask.

Looking out the window, what do I perceive?
With a broken heart and teary eyes the dreaded Metropolis.
I long for the fields and I long for the trees, but none I can find
All I have today is smoke in my eyes.

3. The story of Jack, the bearer of the sharp sword.

When he opened his eyes one beautiful morning
Who did Jack see but the King?
“Oh Majesty,” he said as he bowed solemnly
“Tell me, how can I make you proud?”

“Oh Jack,” said the king with a sober eyebrow
“We need you in this haunting hour,
“The wall has fallen to the rival
“We need you urgently, for revival!”

“Fear not, my King,” said Jack as he got up.
“Because I’ll do my best,
“And take the enemy back home
Among his own cowardly screams. “

So saying that brave Jack put on his armor,
He sheathed his sword with no less glamor
And while the King and the people watched
Right in the battle, Jack had marched.

He cut off a head with his sharp sword
And another hand with the sword stained with blood
Until the enemy fled in terror
From Jack the Mighty, Bearer of the Sharp Sword!

The King was very pleased with Jack.
For saving the kingdom with such a slap
People weren’t less happy either
And before Jack got down on his knees.

The King gave Jack a bag of gold.
And I kissed his hand, behold!
Cause if it hadn’t been for Jack that day
The King would have been the Enemy’s prey!