My Palace And My Queen Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

MY PALACE AND MY QUEEN

Though it is a hut in a slum

it is spacious and neat to stay

With all comforts I am writing there

My angel serves as a maiden to me

when iam wandering in the world of dreams

Her hand will gently spray the air from a handy fay

She cared that even sweat should not hinder my creations

Her eyes will watch the sky

to prevent my poems from the rain drops

Her hands will carry a candle

to continue my writings at the dark nights

My home may be a hut and she may be an aged wife

It is my Palace, and She is my queen.



SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET