Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

**Princess**


the princess no matter how old
shines in silver, worth in gold
i am confident, as i am told
by those who came after her behold
the reign was sweet and gain
since no one was there in pain
all were leading life in a way
whether it was night or a day
the princess no matter how old
shines in silver worth in gold.

kingdom and subjects all were her
she tried hard for this to occur
as she was not herself a caged pegion
she did not allow this in her region
she has got a big and selfless heart
subjects do not want herself to part
her promise and arts and skills
she on reign, father on pills
now she had to take a responsibility
and the coming time would check her ability.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 24, 2013

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