A Monarch Was I..

Poem By Prabhakar Srivastava

A monarch was I with infinite might
And with boundless veneration
soaring alone beyond every height
In immese inner incredible tranquility
And fully devoid of every passion
Alas! I was turned into a thing of pity

They who in wonder clapped for whom
Jibe today and suggest the ways to boom
I too with a smiling face watch their tacts
While with a withered soul I do introspect

O Passion! It's thy destructive hands
How secretly they murdered an emperor!
From the sea of bliss by throwing on sand
And resurrected as but a miserable beggar

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