Our King Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Our king.

Our king is
Not a father.
Our king has
No near and dear.

Our king
Knows not
Love of wife
And children.

Our king
Cares not
Death of mother
And children.

Our king is
Always drunk.
Let us say
Hip hip hurrah,
Long live our king!

We are ready
To elect and
Select our king
As our king as
He is doing nothing!

In the name of our king
Everything is going on,
On their own ways.
Our king is great.

Our king is our king,
Though he utter, never
Our words and though
He understand nothing
About mother, mother-land
And mother-tongue.

It is you to decide
Whether to stay
With the king or
Go away from the state.

Our king bother not,
Our king care not.