The reign under him, thy knows from within,
With finest horses, and his colossal sin,
Could capture a capital, with a single glare,
But could never reveal his lies, and lay them bare,
Shimmers and sparkles, one could find in his empire,
To capture everything, he couldn't hide his desire,
Those festoons in his carnivals, looked like heaven,
But his power was built on sand, for it could easily tremble,
Testing his power, and tempting his fury,
Could cause you deep scars, and a great injury,
He harmed his people, in the name of rituals,
for he was earning that gold, to be 'gently' cruel,
He was not an emperor, but another human being,
With some power, and great authority,
Time passed by, for it never waits,
Karma made him suffer, for his bad traits,
He wandered solitary all around, to attain nirvana and peace,
He is still trying to express his apology, in this literary piece.
-Myra
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A Compilation Of My Poems
RandomThough an amateur, these are a few of my poems I'd like to share with the society. They have got much of depth in the thoughts, and a little abrupt rhyme scheme won't harm right? Happy place! ❤
