Originally posted by: karkuzhali
The story goes..
He goes to the war camp to meet
The shezada who was there to greet;
Who is he who is so close to the lord
But for the Ustad, who has mastered the fight with the sword?
Ustad is the man , a right hand to the Prince
The man who , also the officer of intelligence
Given the job of spying her
And the whereabouts of the Farmaan so dear
Lo! The author's brilliance seen in the scene
During the game of cards the two played between
When the Shezada asks him in words so straight
The latest about the heiress who took to flight
Ustad! a man trained by the Prince
And hence loyal to him , lies for once..
Hiding some facts he chose to prefer
With his heart full of thoughts of her..
Her statement keeps haunting his mind
"I am blind,..actually , ...partially blind!"
Oh!..What a twist to the tale so perfect
What a pleasant shock that no one did predict
When we find Ustad is none other than Akbar with the muzzle
Everything falls into its place like a jigsaw puzzle..
Does the prince notice his little pretension?
Will he trust him for his future retention?
The art of story telling reaches its pinnacle
In the creation of situations with the suspense to tackle
What a wonderful and suspenseful chapter
The author has given us in a platter
We waited like the impatient father
To see the face of the new born and gather
It in our arms and kisses we want to shower!
Ah lo! the baby is a bunch of beautiful flowers!
Karkuzhali
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