Fragmented Memory Poem by Gurupriya Kp

The Kingdom of a King of benevolence
'Mighty the king', Timur was.
Lillies, roses. weed and daffodils....
The garden was rich in colors.
The minister, the noblemen, the public.
all visited the garden.
shh...Nobody saw the one weed.
He stood mightier, mightier enough,
to tear down the peace...
Note... he was a part of the kingdom,
part of the garder, 'Part of the king'!
But, not affected with the breeze of good kin.
He grown, and grown and grown and
once he touched the little pretty flower.
She was naive, she was helpless,
and her movements was hindered,
by his gigantic, dirty power.
She kept her eerie silence
and once this silence broken...