The Crown Travels

The Crown Travels short poem

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The king is dead! Long live the king!
History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals,
The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head.
Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated
By methods natural and unnatural,
Thrones usurped, kingdoms conquered, succession relinquished,
For the joy of wealth, and its superpowers that comes in accompaniment,
And then leaving it all to turn to ruin with their own sudden deaths.
Greed, fraud, forgery, continues with its undying hunger,
Kith and kin scoffed, rebuffed and disowned from their own rights,
Temporal power is misconceived by these mortal gods,
Ethics and integrity scaled down by their unregretful smirky smiles
And then these Mammons roll on and swim in this new founded wealth,
For they know not Gods do watch them, and with one hack will level it all.

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Balveen Cheema

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Balveen Cheema has been teaching English for 25 years. It is at the ripe age of 60 that she started penning her thoughts into poetry. Being brought up and educated by her grandparents in a cosmopolitan environs of Pune and visiting her parents in rural Punjab during her vacations, she shuttled between the modern and rural backgrounds . A strong streak of romanticism with nature and rustic pleasures is evident in many of her poems. At present she is residing in Chandigarh and still enjoying her first love, poetry!
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