Poem Body
The gentle
jovial jester
persistently
playfully pesters
the repugnant
palace molded
in malice .
Until it’s cold
callous king
tries to sing
and for once
in his
lackluster life
finally
creep out of
his cryptic crevice
and leave all his towers
of tears behind .
As he ventures out
into this
time wrinkled world
in search of himself .
Comments
A good king leaves a legacy!
such throne cannot stand the taste of time hence is full of malice and distastefulness.