Let Me Go To The King

Let me go to the king
Some rice I have to bring.
For the hudhud* I am hungry
I know my king is not angry.
See my condition, I would pray
And I am sure the king is kind enough
to give me food on this tray.
The king is fine and I am proud of him.
Like me, so many are suffering.
With the help of the king our conditions
are improving, Let us say,
Long live, great the king.




*Hudhud- the cyclone that damaged my house and crops field.

by Gajanan Mishra

Comments (1)

The true king must help. A nice poem.