The Poor King | I and People

Darkness around
the land is dry,
Rainbow lights head above
and its raining in the sky.

Reasons to be happy all around
as if I won the race,
soul is weeping deep inside
and that made upset dulled face.

Fresh petals, blooming fragrance
in my hand holding the rose,
red hands liquid draining
thorns bit them so close

Right now feeling like
I am king of the world
imprisoned inside in the coffer
tied with gold and is furled

© Abhishek Dudeja 2015

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