King Tyranny –v The Great Poem by Chandra sekharan

King Tyranny –v The Great



Entire world celebrated
My royal swearing ceremony
I was crowned as King Tyranny V
My octogenarian father King Tyranny IV the great
Was on ventilator for few days
The moment I was enthroned, he had his last breath
He ruled thirty million mass of
Different religions, culture, communities and languages
For more than 40 years
For elite class of my country
Who were sycophants of my royal family
It was a gay day
They drank, danced, and crooned day and night
For the poor it was as usual
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep
My father and grandparents
Who were ruling several decades
Had sucked their blood and squeezed their flesh
Leaving their crawling skeleton on muddy ground
My father had deployed few Ukrainian
Beauties as my body guards
They were all tall, blonde, well figured with bluish eyes
Most of them were holding guns
With mysterious smiling face and cruel heart
Few days after my swearing ceremony
I felt my immovable golden throne
Was jerking and revolving
Felt I was waiting in a transit lounge
Looking at adjacent departure hall
I wanted to run away
One mid night when my Ukrainian beauties
Were fast asleep
I escaped from my huge palace
Wearing unidentifiable attire
Barefoot I was running and running
Reached a river bank
Wide river, depth unknown, pleasant and silent flow
River originated from nearby greenish
Chain of mountains
With dense, dark jungle
Full of wild animals and reptiles
River began from small springs of rocks
And big water falls
Water gushed down from mountains
And started flowing on plane land
Touching grass and small green plants
On either sides
After flowing several miles it merged
With turbulent ocean of high waves
I recalled my boyhood days of royal safari
Together with my father and army
Used to climb the hill on caravan for hunting
Now the cool breeze touched my skin
My bare feet was penetrating into
Wet and slushy soil of river bank
Suddenly I saw a convoy of
My army men riding galloping horses
Led by my army general
They were on a hunting spree
To mountain jungle
To capture tigers and elephants for king Tyranny V the great
Nobody knew
King renouncing his kingdom
Was on his way to jungle
Routes were known to him
During his earlier hunting visits as a prince

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