That's The Only Problem - Poem by Rahman Henry
Disappointed she was
Used to cry all her dreamless nights
A palmist came then, told her:
'When you would see your own corpse in dream,
You would become an Empress.'
One night she did and became the Queen.
She thought until she would see
her own corpse in real, she would remain the Empress.
That's the only problem, otherwise ours had a happy Land.
Now she and we are waiting to she her... in real!
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