A king without kingdom, is the one who dwells in his own world Physically here, psychologically in another plane, he never cares about this land's cult The only thing he cares, are his dreams and fantasies Maybe that is why he is called a king, in its own means
A king without kingdom, can't be suppressed or oppressed For he, doesn't have a land, that can be snatched to make him depressed He is the true owner of his will, a hero Who can't be made, to exist with Aryabhatta's zero
The king without kingdom, is not a gardener without flowers He is that farmer, who always welcome the showers The one who will join him, will also become a king Like him, the one, A King Without Kingdom
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9th original poem. Inspired from my friend. It follows a a b b rhyme scheme.