My Reign Poem by Puja Chakraborty

My dear king, it's my reign
You are only a tenant, the red sign.
My brave and ruthless rules are enough to define
How smooth, the power of divine.

My dear king, in an afternoon of spring,
You come to hunt my kingdom, the flowers garden of my own.
Your laughter echoes at my rules a hundred times.

My dear king, tit for tat.
That's why people call, 'dad for dad.'
Go away from my kingdom,
it's my own, it's my divine zone.