The chariot swept past the dusty lanes,
Gold and invaluable stones adorned its shape.
The rider was a royal.
That regal look and the expensive embellishments.
Four horses neighed in retirement,
But their reigns were pulled and their spirits dulled.
Speeding across the crowded streets,
The royal smiled proudly as people bowed and surrendered their wealth.
The courtsmen followed suite and spoke high of his majesty,
Laws and order were read in clear voices.
Everyone obeyed no one spoke against.
Life had become ordinary to them.
Their will and freedom locked.
Sighs and regrets, the crowd did have.
Unspoken rage and seething revenge.
And that was all they had ever had.
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Is not right? We rather be spectators than the one in the ring. Too soft, I am no exception. Will we change? Can we change? Do we want to change?
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My Thoughts in Verses
PoetryMy thoughts in verses is a bunch of poems that I have written at various stages of my life. Whether for completion or for leisure, all of it has a bit of my crude essence. *The picture on the cover does not belong to me. I do not take any credits.
