A Rich Queen And A Poor King Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Rich Queen And A Poor King
The handsome threadbare man who struggled in a slum.
I don't know why I loved him and took him to my palace?
I gave an old king's name to bring him to our own society.
This beautiful witch-Queen dragged me to her palace
and given me an ugly name of a Lunatic.
My halcyon slum is a paradise.
The edge of the heavy crown pierced my head
and I never had a sound sleep
since I came to this hell.
This reminds me of a poem about slavery, a strong tale indeed, thankyou Love duncan X
An excellent cautionary tale, Nimal, delivered in your inimitable style. 'Eye of the beholder' comes to mind. Great write. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Fantastic piece my friend. Isee some cynicism employed in this piece. But that does not ruin it - far from it - only you can enhance a poem by such method. A wonderful imagery that questions materialism over our basic humanity.
Yes, Nimal, a good parable of how the same situation can be perceived so differently by different people. I love that line about how 'the heavy edge of the crown pierced my head'.
After looking up threadbare and halcyon in the dictionary. Your poem I understand quite well. The guy should leave that old witch and go back to live with his real and true hobo friends. 'There's no place like home' where ever it is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A handsome threadbare man and a beautiful wiitch queen what a lethal combination it would seem.Certainly there is no peace to had in Hell.What a terrible sentence these two unfortunate people have imposed upon themselves! A fascinating tale, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra