Evil has taken birth again,
Milky wayed rivers flow with venom more venomous than a King Cobra,
But the king doesn't know
Hamlets and cities,
Are dense as sunrays,
No coffins needed in these graves,
But the king doesn't know
Only one game is unadulterated,
The game of gamble which two-timing drunkards play,
Bet their, not-their property,
Souls and hearts and brains,
But the king doesn't know
Cattle die without water,
Foes die without friends
Dead snake revived wriggles through apples,
But apples are dead- as sun sucks with a straw,
But the king doesn't know
One day queen visited the village,
Says treasure is in thieves' sacks,
And so is the soiled crown,
And the throne is stripped and spineless,
But the king doesn't know!
~Ajay
May 2017
