The Diadem of the Land
A diadem of sovereignty, a symbol of royalty
made up of Unique jewel of valley surrounded by the rarest gold of Mountains
Waited for it's rightful place to dwell with all its treasures and troubles
After an indefinite hunt for a secular and Democrat souls
Chosen the queen of peninsula and set its heart on hers
The diadem added beauty to the queen and to the land it added fortunes
The charm it holds and the raving beauty it has grabbed the eyes of countries and kingdoms
As it's glory spread beyond the boundaries
The chances of being purloined reached the skies
The queen did the best to keep it fortified and unimpaired
As the time goes by
the diadem was passed through generations
And it was Crowned on the peninsular queen's multitudinous heirs
The diadem never deprived it's charm and it's serendipity even the ages have gone
Numerous eyes surrounded the diadem
and countless hearts fancied to have one
It often got heisted and restored, but never dwelt on the heads of the others
As the time passes on ,
Somewhere down the line the glory of diadem among the queens was faded
There came a day that no one didn't thought of
A new queen was Crowned with unhackneyed hope
Considered the crown as archaic and obsolete
Made her own new crown and replaced the relic of bygone age
Left the diadem open and wide with no intrigue and stow
As it shines in the dark and reflects in the light
Caught everyone eyes while they passed by
And it got stolen and lost,
The disappeared crown created the despair
As the Queen came to know the diadem was lost
And announced alimony to those who find the crown
News spread all Over the kingdom
But it raised a rift between two mobs
As One found it's precious jewel
And another it's band made of precious gold
without the other doesn't form the complete crown
One who had the jewel wants the gold
The others Denied of giving it
Started with denial and protest
Continued with deaths and destruction
Left the city with burnt and ashes
Land of jewel turned into land of blood
Nothing was done to stop this ardent havoc,
How can the problem can be solved?
Who is responsible for all this ??
Isn't the queen who should be sober??
Copyright © Grace Mura | Year Posted 2023
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