In the story told from ages,
The hero was said to be the one,
Who would have it all one day,
May it be wealth, fame or power.
He was indeed the saviour after all,
Since he had saved everyone,
People didn't really have a problem,
Of announcing him as the king of the kingdom.
And thus as the prediction went,
He had everything he needed,
Thinking his life was fulfilled,
He would never need anything.
But one day by the square of the capital,
He made an eye contact with a woman,
Muse, is what he described her,
As he wrote in his diary of daily affairs.
She was someone who was now the necessity,
When he realised he needed her,
But so foolish of him to think this way,
For she was the trap of his future.
Hero once, was a philandering man,
People saw him changing colours overnight,
She planned to kill him for a very long time.
So now was her only good time.
But somehow the king got to know,
He sure knew what he was doing was wrong,
So right when she was going to poison him,
He stepped down from being the king.
Why?
Guilt, realization or fate?
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There Was A Feeling
PoezjaWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
