The throne was hers
Not by birth but by work
Still she struggled
But some say she smuggled
When she felt weak
She saw 4 people standing there to make her meek
Little girls worshiped her
For what was there not to worship
For she saw people hate her
Raid her and break her
But she stood beside them
Showed them the ultimate kindness
Kindness that ultimately killed her
When she was little
People blessed her to marry a prince
For she was the a royal at heart
And never taught her the way of life
For she was meant to be a wife
And in the final end
She grew up
Blessed the people
Learned the lesson of life
And became their pride
For she was not a Princess
But The queen of her own throne
~ Asmi Garg
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Life As I Saw It
FantasyThe poems that you will come across in this collection is written in free verse and are discoveries i have made in life and what I have learnt.
