To Be A King Poem by Vatsal Agarwal

To be a king,
Wear a robe, hold a pen.
Slowly crawl into your den.
Look up into the vast skies
And claim that the world is full of lies.

Or To be a king,
Wear a robe, hold a sword.
slay people in your own accord.
For you seem to earn the right
To wage with any enemy a fight.

Or to be a King,
Wear a robe, drink some wine.
Count your green and call it divine
For it's all that matters on this sphere
To fulfill desires you absolutely dear

Or to be a king
Wear a robe, hold a bowl
Live each day with a pocket hole
To Call any street a home, any man friend
For your happiness lives where the green ends

Or to be a king,
Wear a robe, wield a book.
Have the resilience of a rook,
To tread on a path you deem correct
To sculpt a life standing forever erect

Or to be a king
Wear a robe, and a smile on face
See the planet as it spins a worldly race
For everyday is a gift and time is swift
For life's too short to live with a rift...