Three hundred and ninety six kilometers
I crossed to reach the city gate
That's the capital
The palace and the kings are there
The city gate seemed to be opened
But not actually
I had to be on my knee
And wait
Until the kings changed their masks
The City Gate! I had to be on my knee And wait Until the kings changed their masks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@Photon Roy I'm happy to see you reading this poem. Thanks and wisheS.