After an earthquake, I fell down
from a City to a town

the transformation was so bad
Sitting on a chair I was sad.

Then a man came running while
his body action made me smile,

he is sit near me and offer a bun
his style of offering made me fun

he then called me majesty
he was my fan, i see

he said,"you were best at that chance
your good poems made me dance

you still are best you still are good."
His lines of fame made me Stood

I held a pen,
start writing then,
my words were hit,
and famous again.