Vertically Opposite

To Beloved You wanted to be my beloved. But becoming a housewife in the long run, You transformed air into storm. My heart trembles now in that storm. To King You wanted to be a king. But ascending the throne, You became a robber. Now people flee away Seeing you. To Poet Going to be a poet, You became an intellectual. Now your mouth is only active Because your pen has run out And has become a dead canal.