The Coronation Poem by Bireswar Halder

The strong cyclone of victory swept
Across the country of a billion
And the throne is completely displaced
Singing a dirge over the ignominy

The prince droops in shock of the debacle
He goes sleepless, humiliation hangs over him
Cracks widen on the dynastic crown
It’s a coronation for the honest tea seller

People unite to hail the king, the king of their hearts
They ask for a paradise on our land
No money, no empty promises make their resolve blink,
They get their promised land back

People longed for a strong king to fire their dream
Who may crown them with a clean, green nation
They saw their dreams crumble before, not now,
Their rights will be their might now, hail the king!

The proud prince was cold in his throne
His dream now lies shattered in his tears
And no more he will unleash a nightmare
As the nation has enthroned the tea seller