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The King

By Dushyant Singh Sisodia


The King fallen on to the fourth, 

And World’s hoping he’s no more. 

Renegade’s roistering from door to door,

Wootz slides to fifth and moves no more.


Till’ the lighting strikes at four, 

Followed by divine herald’s roar.

Wootz skims onto fourth, 

King ascends to top while luring eyes towards his nimbus forth.


King’s reign holds the rein till horizon’s forth, 

Until the world hope he dies and expect him to be no more.

Nevertheless he shall fall to the fourth,

And shall again ascend to top while luring eyes towards his nimbus forth.


By Dushyant Singh Sisodia


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