He says he chooses to remain alone
but he sits and stares from his throne.
Staring at natures wonders that run around
in front of his eyes.
They flock to him, listening intently to his words
sad little creatures being toyed with collectively.
Master of words, drinker of love,
adverse to settling with his one turtle dove..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem