By Navya Kapoor
A king once lived with fire in his eyes.
They burned with passion, immolating everything in sight.
The one who never lost a war, even revered by his foes—
Being consumed by arrogance was his only flaw.
So he charged into the battle like every time,
With valour in his heart and resilience of mind.
Blindfolded by pride, his enemies were ten steps ahead;
They feigned weakness to put his arrogance to test.
But the valiant king armed himself to play with fire—
Invincible he was not, even when the stakes were dire.
The illusion of weakness baited his once fiery heart,
By attacking from behind and breaking his resolve.
The arrow pierced his pride and broke his heart;
The once tall shield of hubris was easily torn apart.
His armour of arrogance turned into ashes of shame—
Failure is an invisible monster; should it always be blamed?
Once, he basked with pride, with every victory on his side,
Became a man who had to accept failure and a losing fight.
It’s not the story’s end—he lived another day to learn from his new life.
The path of victory is often veiled by lessons that failure leaves behind.