Enters King Porus’ court a Greek messenger,
With a message to Porus for surrender,
And rule Paurava as a Greek Governor,
Porus is a great king and a man of strong caliber,
With the eye of an eagle and the heart of a lion,
He is seven feet tall and talks like a dragon.
He declines the offer and calls the messenger’s bluff.
The whole court is up in arms,
To kill the brave pretender,
For he is surely the Great Alexander,
Whose lust for power and glory,
Knows no boundary and subjugates country after country.
There is heated exchange of passions,
And a battle of intellects,
Between the two great monarchs,
But Porus wins with ethics and magnanimity,
And lets the messenger walk away to his territory,
With both agreeing to battle near river Jhelum, Punjab.
The year is 326 BC and the day arrives,
With both armies drowning in the battle cries,
The battle field is littered with bloods,
Drenched with martial sweats,
Stinking with shitting horses and elephants.
The two brave armies are interlocked,
Because of mighty opposition and wet mud,
Porus’ elephants trampling horses and infantry,
While being outflanked by Alexander’s light cavalry,
And the battle turns gory and gory,
Ultimately Porus’ forces are completely routed,
But he decides to fight till the end.
The battle is stopped and negotiations begin,
Porus and Alexander are face to face again,
But because of his strategic eye it’s Alexander’s win,
Alexander asks Porus how he be treated,
“Treat me as a king ought to” Porus responded,
Alexander remembers Porus’ magnanimity,
And leaves the battlefield impressed by his courage and dignity.
Punjab and Paurava become Greek provinces,
But the biggest challenge then commences,
The Indians unite to put up a great fight,
The Greeks suddenly lose their battle appetite,
Alexander is wounded and his army revolts,
Finally, his world domination dream halts,
And he is made to leave India,
By a combination of bad luck and terrible mosquitoes.