Long time ago, a kingdom established and strove.
People lived with harmony, and things were told.
The king and his people rose and let happiness rolled.
It was where the 12th century was historically created.
Later, something was changed.
Brothers became someone strange.
Power, property and armies were parts of the game.
The flourish kingdom faded with a broken name.
Author’s Perspectives: Your poetic lines tell a powerful tale of rise and fall, history’s echo through time. Here’s a perspective that captures the essence of your verses:
The Rise and the Ruin
Long ago, a kingdom stood like a dream etched in stone, its grandeur woven into the hearts of its people. The land sang with prosperity, and harmony was the law unspoken yet deeply understood. Beneath the watchful sky, the king walked among his people—not above them, but beside them. The echoes of laughter and peace danced through the temples, the streets, and the rice fields. This created a legacy that would etch itself into the pages of the 12th century.
But history has two faces.
Time, once a silent guardian, turned into an indifferent spectator as greed seeped into the cracks of unity. Brothers, once bound by loyalty, became strangers shaped by ambition. Gold weighed heavier than trust, and armies marched to the tune of conquest rather than protection. What had once been a kingdom of light dimmed under the shadows of wish. Towers once kissed the heavens, now whispered the grief of their downfall.
And so, the name that once carried pride became a whisper in the wind—a broken tale, yet never forgotten.
Rotana K., English – គ្រូរត្តនា
April 19th, 2025
Rotana K., English 