King they called me, but where’s the crown
Some leader fit, for a wolf pack
But being lonely, at the top
Isn’t my cup of tea.
Outside the palace, always the solace
Followed many a soul, love aplenty
Searched valiantly, for the one chosen
Find them, all following me
That’s it, my craving bared
Want a soul to follow, not followed
A fine soul, powerful and commanding
For I wanna submit, to a brilliant soul
And you appeared, armour and valour
Spreading a fragrance, goddess’s fit
Pulse up, and a fear, afraid to displease
Just glance, and conquer the obedient soul
Passionate! Never experienced thus side of your writing KJ, but I’m glad i did now 👍👍
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Thank you Pradita. It’s because of you and others here. And now I am in love with poetry.
And as for the poem, you know I always want to be a follower
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I know that, that’s why I’m so glad that you’ve become a convert to the Poetry club! Yay, the more the merrier 😁
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Thank you Pradita for the comments and welcome. I am still a student
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So are we all KJ 😊
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lovely words, well penned Kurian!
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Thank you Kate
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so beautiful, Kurian!
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Thank you so much Da-Al
After starting with poetry, I now know that it comes from heart
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