The Memories Of King Poem by Neptune Barman

Oh my lord, king of kings
once you stand on throne of the earth
playing the world on your cold command
Thousands of battles you fought
Rivers of blood and tears that flowed
Time still holds those memories
Even mighty utters a cry of despair
looking your works of vanity
you built strong health or strong wealth
But sooner or later it came to rest
None ever escapes the sluttish time
your victories of battles
your statues of earthly metals
Nothing beside remained
Since dead man tell no lies
your vanity and arrogance is all
To be received by you
As past memories till eternity