Once i was a crowned king
and mother my throne where
i sat and slept
i yelled and ruled
throne served the ideas to rule
and light for my dynastic life
she was an uncrowned queen of husband
now the golden throne of child.
Clock showed its scornful face
i lost my throne and i threw my crown
now im a wraith hearted beast with
immortal memories in eyes.
I hope, if my throne could break free from grave
if i could touch and sit on it again
if she could smile to heal my pain and
wake me up to rule the world again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem