The King In Thee Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

You say the king is cruel, I say who isnt?
Do you not sip the hemlock for ambrosia?
And breathe the smoky dust as life's own breath,
This land that yields the fugu as its crop,
The sky that pours death's rain on barren wastes,
The sun doth rage upon the fretful wait,
This tome that spreads dire harm to guiltless souls,
The dears that drift with fearsome foe's fierce storm,
The day doth play the darkest night in might,
The flowery beds that spread the fouling tale,
The birds that sing the mourning tunes of life,
We have the Thars in dreamful promising eyes,
Let wash accusing feel for crafting new,
Let play as wise, let see this king in thee.
(June,2025)