Politics

The King is no more. Long live the King.

A cascade of hazy memories & falling things,

If the dawn was the allotted time for rendezvous

I have been sitting on the curb waiting since dusk,

A container of stories of struggle, passion, revolt and luck

Tomorrow comes back again as the promise for today

Just like it had been today for yesterday,

Thrones have existed since the times of greats,

But the position for the worthy always seems beyond reach and late,

Persuade, purchase and punish,

Exploit till the collective perish,

It is a game of boxing & blackjack mixed,

Consisting of kisses, riots, blood and sins.

Only one person wins.