I have a story to say
Long time ago there was a king in gay
You must be eager to know
What it would unfold in a row
Have you thought the irrelevance of kingly stature?
We already elevated to an advanced stage, discarding kingly gesture
Cannot turn back the wheel of history
Kingly realm of past will never emerge in present trajectory!
Still we indulge past to propound on us
An inevitable sequence, we are obsessed to focus
We always crave for something sensational
Discarding ourselves to become rational!
By virtue of our past experience
We take pride on our vile presence
Try to glorify history
Intending to retrieve previous story
Which is smeared with only gory?
Ignoring our present developed stage
Produced from the fetus of past, a synthetic state
Reminiscence of past we surely contain
But the changed version having no resemblance
We do contain elements to write new story
For posterity to enamor to our exquisite visionary
The story which having the essence of history
Changing the course of life with its paramountcy!
I have a story to say
No king or queen in my tray
It’s a story of travail
Having potential to give birth with a wail and prevail
Accelerate the changing phenomena
The only constant panorama
No travesty, but the manifestation of modesty
Translate the painful regime with an optimistic symphony
Cry for humanity the only tune to reign with melody!
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