• swetha_narayanan 10w

    Ragpicker's son

    His palace was made of tarpaulin,
    And regal crown made of tin foil;
    His reign filled with quaint lanes,
    Plastic pipe he carried was his sword cane;
    Dilapidated, dingy narrow lanes, Yet,
    Filled with abundant love, I bet!
    Bottle caps, buttons, cardboard,
    Were invaluable treasures he guarded;
    His arrival announced royally in style,
    By the chugging of a passer by train;
    The rhythmic of patter of raindrops,
    Were the only applause he sought;
    Living in his own paradise happily,
    The ragpicker's son was his own king!

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