THIS KINGDOM WAS ONCE UNKINGED

The king walks down along the woods;

Though heat and snow disturb his moods.

The cart and horses are so slow.

The king don’t care and still he’d go.

Kingdom is left by the king.

Oh no, please go back our King–

That has gone away and away

In sway…

How long will the kindom empty?

The thrown now looks so dusty,

The prime minister goes dizzy,

And all the soldiers are hungry.

One invitation flies through sills,

Opened and read and welcomed well,

Prime minister announced in thrill

Telling that the king goes out of hell.

Hell? Really hell?

The king goes to hell?

Why doesn’t she choose heaven?

Or is she trapped by raven?

The king walks down in her own

The town becomes so colourful.

The king writes that she wants a throne

Since crown’s no longer useful.

People, soldiers, prime minister,

The cook, the clown, all are caring —

Bowing to King that’s now lighter.

Birds, fish, cat and all are cheering.

Ah, the kingdom was unkinged so long

After the king went out to hell

And now she’s present as a monk

There’s nothing more that I can tell.

Dhaka – April 18, 2012 – 10:05 evening

Someone is not so much interested in a crown anymore. She wants peace in her kingdom.

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