The Ruler’s Pride
The cloudy days of Nature lie
In the freezing winds of ruler’s place.
The cloudy shadow shed it’s shade
With sincere to her ruler’s pride.
The icy land with icy fruits!
Rescued from their impaired loot
As a debtor the nature stood
With sincere to their ruler’s pride.
The icy end on nature wend
Placed a heartache in nature’s band.
Sincere to their high honour
Sadly cried; an end of ruler’s pride.
This poem was written/submitted by Arun kumar.
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