Author: Avika Jain, Class X D
The sun peeks in through velvet drapes,
The maids glide in, like softened shapes.
As they prepare a wholesome meal with tea,
They talk—I eavesdrop—about
The King’s new legacy.
Oh, I wish I were them—
The life beyond the King’s ransom.
While he prepares for war—cannons, guns, and swords—
(For in war, they say, everything’s fair),
I wander the garden, perfumed and still,
Where children laugh and people cheer
But none come near,
Too trained in awe, too taught to fear.
I can see the sun go down, the ballroom enhancing,
I can devour the thoughts of the village girls dancing,
Who want to be crowned and switch lives—
But how do I say,
“Likewise”?
