Whispering in my ears softly
He growled that am not worthy.
Stealthily he crept in my shed,
Sat in the corner and deflated me morally.
Me in silence looked at him and blabbered
Because he was the king"the ruler of the praiseworthy
He put me in sheer distress, as I knew not why,
He hailed in my shelter, jam-packed of rags and poverty.
Trembling with consciousness scrutinizing my visage
I walked towards him to face his charge,
With a flare he glanced at me
For him I seemed nothing but a piece of misery.
I congregated the modest amount of my pride
Glared back and answered with a tremulous sigh
“Neither have I stationed my body nor did I rigor my brains too hard
I use my will to achieve the puniest pinnacle I can accomplish
Use my wit when in a situation of melancholy,
Light up the glooms with chaste beams
Sigh in a catastrophe to coax my team
Materialistic possessions I though lack
Crammed with the worldly mirth I gleam.”
With a sight of utter embarrassment
Eyes he rolled down offend,
Chuckled with agony
He left the couch hurriedly,
As he knew I pulled the strongest strings
Left him weak at words
And attained victory.