Once when King Akbar

Was quite angry by something,

"Leave the kingdom and go away."

To his favourite, Birbal said the king.

So Birbal left the capital

and lived in a small town,

While Akbar cooled down and tried

To find him all around.

But in vain the king Akbar

Thought of a different way,

He announced a competition

And allowed everybody to play.

He asked for someone clever

To bring him a pot of wit,

This way Birbal will participate

And win, he was sure about it.

Birbal put a small watermelon

In a pot with its vein,

Soon the watermelon grew

The pot's size it had been.

It was presented to the king

And was asked to take that out,

Without breaking the pot

It was Birbal's brain no doubt.

So he searched the whole place

And found Birbal living in that town,

He apologized and asked him

To come back to his minister's crown.

So that's how 'The Clever Birbal'

Proved himself the smartest of all,

And with his great skills, he won

The hearts of the crowd in the hall.

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Poet's Note