My Palace and My Queen
MY PALACE AND MY QUEEN
Though it is a hut in a slum
it is spacious and neat to stay
With all comforts I am writing there
My angel serves as a maiden to me
when i am wandering in the world of dreams
Her hand will gently spray the air from a handy fay
She cared that even sweat should not hinder my creations
Her eyes will watch the sky
to prevent my poems from the rain drops
Her hands will carry a candle
to continue my writings at the dark nights
My home may be a hut and she may be an aged wife
It is my Palace, and She is my queen.
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
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