Line Of Magic Poem by Sudhanshu Shekhar

I burn a magical candle,
Where there is no light of lamp,
I see an ancient book,
When there is no history of son,
My frog prince does not crackle beneath a tree of pond,
For his stardom flops and he has gone somewhere,
I never saw him again,
I have a magical stick,
But its magic is lost somewhere in the palace,
I don't know the reason of golden horse,
It's also ran away in the flop war,
I called many strong warriors,
They were also not the true fighter,
In my view there is no world like magic,
For magic becomes line for magician.