Words endowed a crown to a little Prince
The mindful Prince took to it with delicacy and care
Foolish men hoped he'd be the King and bear the crown
But the Prince saw the crown as freakish and ugly
And so he went, chiselling here and there
And so he went, ruining their worshipped crown
Little by little, the crown shrunk into a magnificent ring
And the ring he wore with extreme pride
Oh, the Prince, what a handsome sight!
But none saw him as the King no more
And all the fault was laid on this poor victim's door
Madmen, always thirsty for bloody calls
Inflamed by the Prince for changing the crown of all
Painted bloody, his now silent halls
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
