My Kingdom's King Believe Me. Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

No. I did not deny you.
You are right to say;
Yes I am able to draw in the blank,
To bring the lamb and the tiger
In the same line but to use black ink
or dtp to weave you.
Even I may make
A press-conference to push you to the
Playful public but I'll not.
What? No. These are not my pleas merely.
Whose the kingdom is? If you considers mine
Or ours.

He is hidden-the wises say, the
Prophets say through ages.
You are my god, the blithe spirit-the true owner
Of the products emerges from
The shop where I am an
Employee like a wordsmith.
So who is the king of king of my
Kingdom? Yes …you.
Among thousands in the ether waves
You are such frequency that modulates with
Mine. Though I did not use loudspeaker but
Headphone and I did not offer anyone
Any part of it.

They say art lies in its concealing art
So was and is my love-mind it and measure it.
Don't withdraw yourself to make the kingdom
A chaotic one…I hope you are coming to set up
A new dynasty and to rule
It as a pillar of the state.