The King Is Sad Poem by Arvind Srivastava

The king is sad

His daughter

Did not commit any murder today

Did not sip water with blood

Did not imprison the moon and stars

Did not play musical instruments,

Did not cage the seasons

Did not take the 'honour' of the inherited armies

There is a commotion in the monarchy

Why did the daughter go to the workers' colony yesterday

The aroma of roasted cashew nuts is not coming

From her dung today!