In India there was a king, undefeatable,
Whenever
listening to this name, kings shivered,
They
think thousands of times to attack him.
The
man who united India.
The
man who believes everyone deserve rights.
This
is Ashoka the great.
Whenever
his sword roars,
Hundreds
put their back,
Some
beg for their life or
run
for their life,
Patliputra, the place
where he said Hi and
where he said goodbye.
Fearless
Like Tiger,
Fast
like a Cheetah,
Sharp
like a Jaguar,
Mighty
like a Lion,
Climbs
like a Leopard.
This one was the great king form,
But
after Kalinga he turned into his second form,
The
monk form. This changed his life.
He
turned into a monk,
He
understood the truth about power and greed,
He
turned peaceful.
A
part of greatest,
A
part of mightiest,
A
part of smartest,
A
part of kindest,
A
part of Maurya.
We
honor him for his contribution,
In
the coins and emblem.
Ashoka
might have died,
But
the legacy never died,
Today
he is everywhere,
Ashoka
never dies.
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