![]() The Orator and The Lion-KingA Poem by Vatsal Rohilla (account shifted)
An orator sitting on an oblong table
was giving his voice to a fable. He danced his amplitude up and down with pride, like we have the high tide and the low tide. The emotions were scattered throughout the air, and it seemed like a wonderland everywhere. The fable was about a lion-king who loved to sing. Though his voice would extort everybody's elation, he would heed none, but words of commendation, and then he would minstrel further with ostentation, and others would inwardly condemn his ostentation. The orator then stood up on the oblong table and continued the fable. While mocking the lion-king for its ostentation, the orator was applauded for and given commendation. And, he grew ostensible and ceased being sensible. He started acting and did it gladly, but eminently badly. All wished he stopped acting- stopped being an actor- for he was better-off as an orator. His pride grew like the lion-king's, and he welcomed all, but criticism. His oratory was consumed in over-acting and pride, he had thrown his true talent aside. This trudged on and the audience were bored, their criticism was simply ignored. The orator said, "And the lion jumped one evening, while he was singing." Then, he jumped to show how the big cat had done that. The oblong table broke and the orator fell down with a thud. People demanded, "Complete the damn story." Someone said, "It is adequate to know that ostentation and obstinacy never bring glory." © 2016 Vatsal Rohilla (account shifted)Author's Note
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5 Reviews Added on April 19, 2016 Last Updated on April 19, 2016 Tags: Free-verse, Ostentation Author![]() Vatsal Rohilla (account shifted)Dehradun, Uttrakhand, IndiaAboutI am Vatsal Rohilla and my place of residence is Dehradun, India. I adore flipping through the pages of books and incommoding the nib of my pen. more..Writing
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