The script was given in time
It's too heavy and really a challenge.
The skinny who's chosen as the King?
He cried and he wants to tell the playwright;
"Please give me a small part in your massive drama
As I am a born pauper, the crown isn't fits for my head
And I am scared of the sword.
The rough shinning dress tingles my soul
And I shall be fainted at the stage
When curtain raises?"
But the thorough bred horse neighs
And refuses any other King rides on its saddle.
I dedicate this poem to my poet friend Raj Arumugum!
nimal dunuhinga
A nice dedication to my namesake Nimal ! Hope he reads it too ! -Raj