Paper Crown Poem by Soumita Saha

Paper Crown

Beneath chandeliers of borrowed grace I bow,
Adorned in dreams, my fragile paper crown.
It glimmers not with gold, but fragile vow—
A monarch made of ink, yet written down.

The world applauds illusions I portray,
While thunder hides beneath my silken guise.
Their praise — a fickle sun that fades away,
Yet in my soul, a quiet phoenix flies.

This reign of make-believe may one day drown,
In tears unclaimed by history's frown.
But still I'll rule my heart's small town,
With folded hope — my paper crown.