Power Of Being Queenly Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Mostly with a hearty smile
Like a dulcet fresh chamomile,
Folks believe it all as happiness
While within is an aching emptiness,
Going as far as the legs could take,
New adventures through many a lake,
It feels very good to go around
And see places in a safe land,
Even though I choose to be alone
It is strikingly surprising to be alone
In a world with people of eight billion,
Well, really not left alone by botherers
But not with one there is closeness,
To escape tumbling into depression
Gotta get back to my only way of expression,
Writing can save me, writing can heal me,
Poesy can keep me going as it was born with me,
It is meant to keep me live, meant to protect me,
My work and research can fetch me money,
While poetry does not give me a penny
It renders the power of being queenly
With words that naturally come to me,
When with words I am not alone
Even amid people of eight billion.