It happened in nineteenth century,
When monarchs of England were real monarchs,
And the sun never set in their vast empire,
The duke was too unhappy,
He closed and locked the doors of bedroom,
Confining him in a painful loneliness!
She came and knocked at the doors.
“Who is this? ” asked the duke,
“Vitoria, the Queen of England! ”
Duke didn’t reply.
But she was one incarnated,
At the age of eighteen,
She knocked once again.
“Who is this? ” the same question.
“Victoria, your wife”
Prince Albert of Saxe, her first cousin and husband,
Immediately opened the doors!
If a queen can surrender before a wife,
Why should I worry for a petty strife?
a beautiful poem with a lovely message..................................10
Through this interesting anecdote against the background of British Monarchy, you have touched the applied aspect of human psychology. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazinngly Beautiful! !!! 10 on 10.....