But known for wisdom
I searched for queen
But luck had not scene
So I dreamed
And beamed
With vision
For relation
I found one
With face open
And bore good smile
I loved her style
‘I am flower’
Naturally grown from rainy showers
I was influenced
She too noticed
I am king
Poor and kind
With all love for my would be bride
Can you decide?
She smiles at my proposal
Oh what sort of this individual?
Asking straight on the face
Where are many are in race
I want to be queen
That no one has heard or seen
I want to be queen of poorest of poor
Serve at best and sleep on floor
I looked in her eyes
And tried
To know real meaning of words
I tackled it with no use of sword
Here I find quite good reason
Even though she was no queen
I had decided to make her unique one
To serve for cause totally unknown