TALE OF $ATYA- MOKSHA( the golden pen of spirituality)
a story by satya-moksha :)
Once upon a time in Agarkhand, India, there was a kingdom of great king Rudra narayan moksha, He had one daughter named as Princess Krishna moksha. Krishna was very beautiful and sweet hearted 21 year old girl, her shining bright beautiful eyes ,her long beautiful golden brown hairs and fluffy pinkish red cheeks are some of the reasons that she was famous by the name of “ snow fairy of universe”. Every prince of neighborhood kingdom wanted to marry her. But nobody know “ who was the real lover of the princess”. There was a great secret hidden in the palace somewhere, there was a holy “pen of moksha” somewhere hidden in the palace. People believed that the owner of the pen can predict the future and every word written by that pen become true.
Once king Rudra narayan announced a competition for the poets across the world. He decided to give his “moksha kalam” as a reward to the poet who will be able to do the “ real praise” of the beauty of princess. Hundreds of poets from different corners of the world came to the competition to win that , “ moksha kalam”.
Suhanshah, one of the wisest minister and advisor of the king Rudra narayan moksha described the rules and details of the competition to the participants. He described that all the poets have to stay 3 days in the court and with their judgemental brain and imaginary thoughts, all of them have to tell one praiseful poem on the beauty of princess. As the competition begun all the poets started noticing behavior and beauty of the princess. A famous poet from patliputra named as “ satya” came there not in the greed of pen but he wanted to spend few time with princess, seems like just like princes of other kingdoms he was also a big fan of the princess. He shared his thoughts and poems with princess. Time of 3 days came to end, and now the time to show the talent.
Suhanshah ordered poets to recite their poems on the beauty of princess. A poet from Rangoon recite his poem on the beautiful eyes of the princess, on which suhanshah commented that , “ o great poet I admire your poem but we can’t give you the eyes of our beautiful princess , without these eyes our princess will become blind.”
After this a poet from mesodonia recited a poem on the beautiful long hairs of the princess. On which again suhanshah commented that , “ sorry sir, without these beautiful hairs our princess become bald so you can’t take her hairs away”
After number of participants a poet from south Portugal came and recited a poem on the sweet heart of the princess. But again suhanshah stood up and taunted , “ so u want to kill our princess by taking her heart away sorry mr. poet better next time but we need a sweet heart to pump blood inside princess veins so you are rejected. At last the poet from patliputra named as “ Satya” came in the court with a dynamic personality. He started reciting his poem , he described in his poem that during these 3 days he got a chance to know princess and the most beautiful thing in princess is her way of talking, her way of laughing, cuteness of doing everything, lovely talks and the most beautiful thing was the memories of the time he spend with that snow fairy. On this again suhanshah raised his head and taunted, “ so it means you want to take away the memori……. and stop in between the lines.
satya smiled and requested the princess to reward that precious time to him. And it will be his biggest reward to spend his whole life with the memories of that 3 days.
On this princess started smiling and pull a pen from the clip of her hairs, every one was whispering, “ that’s the moksha kalam…. Moksha kalam … yes yes.. the famous moksha kalam”
princess called the poet upto the throne and with a natural smile on her face gifted the , “ moksha kalam” to him. And asked him to take this as her memory memento and also adviced him to use this kalam for good deeds. Satya wrote thousands of novels and poems with that golden pen of spirituality. And from that moment pen is popularly known as , “satya- moksha( the golden pen of spirituality).” Now I’m the owner of that pen.
- A story by $atya moksha.
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