The Crown Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

The Crown



Where dynasty follows welfare,
the people gather
and bestow there ultimate sensibility;
and the crown feels mercy
addressing his followers:
'This is my democracy-
God is merciful towards my kingdom,
I've been allowed
to bring up His desire
by accelerating the power of a good democracy.'
The crown stands for humanity and for the commonwealth,
there is no place to adorn false pride;
he knows, his Lord is against of vanity.
People, hither, pray for their master's breath,
but never pay a debt.
Everyone says, ' Our king is perfect,
oh, what a great state! ,
what a blessed dynasty! ...'.
At the time of events, they pertain its gains,
and gather when the celebration
comes to be a perfect.
Oh, what a beautiful state!
They inquire of their king's wit
as the king wants to attach the kinship,
people never forget to offer their cakes-
the king, they expect, is a God-gifted.
What a blissful state! !
They will raise their hands
declaring their fate,
for the crown's sake.
They have got a prestige-
after all, their king is a true humanist-
oh! what a wonderful state...!

Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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BIBHAKAR DUTTA

BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Malda, West Bengal, India
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