PENNILESS-PRINCEHOOD

PENNILESS-PRINCEHOOD

Good were those days of blissful youth wen,

Heaps of hay n sand of my courtyard; used to be my bed,

Days were glossy, with Cloudy silver shining skies,

Wen, even the falling roses of the garden seemed to be red,

Those perks of old rusted pennies which soiled my tiny white pockets,

Filled my heart with the richest of the dreams;

Surprised by the treasures that broke out of my piggy banks,

Of the days wen I fought with fellows for the coveted grades n ranks,

Good was that penniless prince hood; that made me rule the world of my own,

With the innocent prayers made with broken candles; half lit up and rest blown;

Galloping through the streets of fantasies on the horses of Rage n pride;

With footprints of myriads of dreams of love n passion that followed every ride,

Those wild goose chases; Behind the merciless singing sparrow,

The hide n seeks; which I battled out in the murky ponds; warm n shallow,

The vicious puzzles of algebra n triangles that I used to ponder,

Punishments, rewards, prizes n pounds, bout which; I still wonder,

Where they’ve gone; leaving behind the trails of joy; All alone,

In the race wid time, I’ve grown as a materialistic worlds clown,

DRAGON.........