Sunday, May 8, 2022

A PRISONER KING

Aptly adorned by a crown,
he was known to be a just king.
Justice done without a frown,
thus so all the minstrels sing.

Content with son and queen,
his subjects were happy too.
He kept his glorious sheen
and flair with a lovely hue.

Sunrays fell on his tired face,
he now got startled a bit.
Dream gone without a trace
as he saw himself in a dark pit.

Power and tears both fell -
a misguided minister betrayed.
Mum now with nothing to tell,
on his knees he faithfully prayed.


Prasenjit©2022

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