music match!

The Court Room of the Prince was electrifying’n
Dispersed with anticipation,
A Real Competition on the Cards,
Was the obvious Perception;
The Prince, high Classes and Masses were present,
With buzzing air filled,
The ‘Poetic Maestro’ and the ‘Villa Socrates’,
To compete and Find who was more skilled.

The Race began, n the Maestro filled the
Atmosphere with delightful words,
The Appraisal of Gods was enjoyed equally
By the Prince and the Landlords;
The Common Man ignorant of the
Superior and Divine Bliss,
Appreciated the Raining Framework,
But the Message was the Miss.

The man halted the Passing Time ‘n
Seemed to take it to the Past,
Oh, goodness: The Dominance of
Vocabulary and Poetic essence was vast;
‘No Man could ever come close to him ‘,
Was the forecast and inference,
Only Extra ordinary Poetic Brilliance
Could have made anyone else the preference.

Then Came the Villa’s Wordsworth,
With his Customary style n Grace,
The Composed Body Language showed
Clearly that, unfinished was the Race;
The Humility and Calming influence,
Soon turned into words of poetry,
The Message in the Text covered the
Room, like one Great God’s Tree.

Goodwill and Kindness in simple
Language was the intent,
‘How to become a Good Human Being ‘
Was one of the Message’s Content;
No Extravagance, Nothing expansive
Plain n beautiful were the words,
It seemed: Listening with Royal Men and
The Masses were also the Lords.

Everyday Lessons of life, grasped and
Followed by even a common man’s Nod,
The Messenger Conveyed that,
’ Goodwill to Mankind is service to God.’
Like a True Genius, to shower accolades
‘The Royal Maestro ` was the First one,
The Prince, Royal Men and the Subjects
Were convinced as to who had won.

All greatness is on simple things..
So many religions, races, god, castes, when all we need is a little bit of money to go with some goodwill...