She was not a queen,
But really an empress,
Without the gusto,
She sat on the throne,
With her loving husband,
Neither debauching
Or failing in faith,
Called Vicky, by the wedded,
She ruled an empire
In peace all over the world,
With much stability,
Never opposed or hated
By the Lords or commons,
Or her subjects, due to her
Wise and endearing,
Acts and orders,
To be praised by
One and all to usher
And leave a golden era
Of suffering humankind.
She looks on all
With majesty sitting
On the throne, with kindness
And wisdom of her era,
From the garden
Where many and all
Pass by in admiration.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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