Just a little boy with golden hair
Playing, jumping, laughing with no care;
But he knew, he has to be beware
As his life is a cocktail of fanfare and nightmare,
Palace guard keeping an eye from everywhere
Nothing of real value, calls himself a billionaire
Groomed and polished
Juggling private lessons for the mighty chair;
With opaque windows, he could go nowhere
Hanging in public park, wish he could dare;
History lesson to learn, nothing exciting to share,
No friends to call, life's so despair;
Evening tea with father, not a small affair,
Spending some time alone is so rare;
He asks God with a little prayer,
Why it has to be him, it's unfair,
He answers from the midair-
Coz you are known as the King's Heir !!
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Broken Addiction Of Poems
Poetry"What is Poetry??" Poetry cannot be defined as a definition, it is not just a word but an emotion." "Poetry is an expression of freedom, it is how you express your feelings passionately." "Poetry is rhythmic and it flows through our mind" "Poetry is...
