In A Fever Was He Thinking Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Queen's
Crown
Born
Amidst
The
Rarest
Pearls
Of
Ind
And
East
Crown
Awaiting
For
This
Night
Its
Wearer
Deserved
The
Sub-Conscious All.


Thinking
In a fever was he
Thinking:
Horse traveling
Walking the sun
His subconscious on
The alert
Reins in hand of
The Conscious
And
Through the Conscious
Its law dictating.
Hear the horse-hoof
So many times
Angrily hitting the asphalt
Of
The scorching road
Under
The scorching sun
And
You will hear experientially
The Sub conscious through
The Conscious reined its
Law dictating