I once saw a magnificent sight
Of unconventional royalties
who face fate's infidelties
Without questioning His authority.
Their empire isn't confined
At their disposal is this whole world
Wherever they want they sleep,get curled
To them their morrow is very blurred.
Their regal blanket is the sky
Bejewelled witha million tiny diamonds
They have a wide assortment of food
Eating whatever is abandoned.
With runny noses
And tear stricken faces
Through their royal transport
They travel places.
Concrete floor is their majestic bed
Their pillow is a brick or two
There is no need for fans for them
The natural blowing wind will do.
They wear skimpy clothes
To follow latest trends
Don't care if they are unconventional
I'd like one of them for friend.
