The majestic prince with,
red blood flowery forehead,
and the piercing shrewd eyes,
and roaring sharp lips,
from the mightiest hen family;
Lost its pair with a shriek.
The master's prince lost its sleep,
And lullaby can't calm him more.
Thus with morning scream,
our fierceful cock prince
lost his Elysian beauties.
Now in lost yoke's memory,
he had a melancholic scream.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
The cock prince
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