Wretched Throne



Those thoughts were much deride
That opulence vanished into the night sky
I was a pauper in deep strife
Those petunias had some nefarious design
I stuck to him like a lost bird
He had something else on his mind
He had an ulterior motive
He was there for that wretched throne
O Me, Poor Me

Why I had to undergo so much pain

I was the heiress to that sinister throne

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    1. Thanks so much for your appreciation BD. I really value it. Read more posts as well and provide your feedback.

  1. Well, well, well! Aren’t you on fire! I’m so glad to see that you have taken up writing poetry. I can see why this fetched 54 likes (55 including mine πŸ˜‰). It’s because it has a depth of sorrow and pain that touches everyone. Fabulous!

    1. Thanks for such kind words. Can’t match the high standards which you have set but I am trying. Have you read Business families

        1. Hehe. It’s good to flatter your readers naa so that they keep coming back. But I mean whatever I said.

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