An Un Fortunate King
An Un fortunate King
I am an unfortunate King in my wars
Triumphs always reached my enemy’s hands
My sword failed to fetch the fruits of victories and
It made wounds in my hands and in my body
My shield forgot to save me from the daggers and
It added burden at my back when i was tired
The arrows from my bow failed to reach my target and
They went to kill my own soldiers too
My crown and my rule in my land
Kept me still not as a king but as a stranger
When will I swear and when will I marry
The girl of lucky and fortunate fairy
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