Shabby Throne Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The child weeps when he sees the dilapidated throne,
In the old palace it is kept filled with dust,
It has no value now,
It was so much precious and glorious in the past,
When the famous rulers sat on it cosily and ruled this land.
Now it's pale and shabby,
Nobody pays any attention to it.
The little child is the only exception,
He comes to see the great throne enthusiastically with his father,
But he weeps bitterly even in his childish mind as he feels deeply for the wretched throne;
The throne too seems to stare at the loving child with great love and affection,
As if they are known to each other,
What an emotional moment it is!