Anniversary-Should ,We perform it

LKR was a self made man
Who was good at his laws,
Cause,he was a cook's son,
Studying below the temple's flame set.
Never his brats match his wits,
Nor they wear HIS black gown
His eldest son brought him shame,
Wedding a girl lesser than his elder daughter
In age,money and glamour,
He claimed I'm the son of L.K.R,
Never cherished his father's acts
That brought him countless wealth,
That was wasted in roaming,roving
And wolfing,betting and filming,
L.K.R told him in tears,
Oh, my son, Wealth never stays,but knowledge stays,
L.R.G told, I have a father to earn and a mother to cook,
While L.K.R's cheeks wet with his tears,
His wife left with fears,
Once I become a widow,
Who's gonna lookafter me,
Brats who don't know onus
She trembled, she breathed her last,
Within L.K.R's fifteen day's demise past,
AS she knew that none would care her ,feed her
Even heed her, even heed her ,even heed her.
(c) LGV August 05, 2002