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DEAREST PRINCE
Hi, how are you today?
I’ve seen you since aeons
But never found any spur
To greet, peptalk, ask about your well-being
You shine eternally
Then sleep for the night
Again march ahead with your flash,
To enlighten even the darkest corner of the
scullery
Do you never even wish to have a siesta?
And forget to rise the consecutive day
Or wake the members of your kith and kin?
Explaining your tour routes to them
What’s your age?
Are you everyday the same sun?
Or the age old tiresome fellow?
To engage your bones, flesh and burn the
midnight oil
To toil for the next day
You do your duty selflessly and bid a
goodbye at dusk
Darkness that envelops in the mountains
and at husk
Then at next morn again you outshine
To be orange at dawn, a golden plate at
nine.
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