Kulin (Noble) Poem by Arvind Srivastava

The turban on your head
is made from the cloth that was part of my loincloth
The wood that I had saved for the snowy nights
is providing warmth to your court
Your furry gloves
should have had the name of my pet rabbit

My child has run away from school
He is scared
Your angry eyes had seen him
And your brother-in-law has an evil eye on him
He had told me this when he was conscious
Today the eyes of that child were filled with tears
He has fallen asleep saying-
When I grow up
I will become a greater Kulin than him!