#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
Drew out fresh air from inside
Moved out as new to a new place
Starved outside with new appetite
Dosed old clothes, burnt in woods
Searched and stretched for food
Gulped cans of water from deserts
Grew old beard mustache young
Geared up to new life of adventure
Cleared the help desk, invited risks
Moved up step by step, no ladder
Hoped for hope, hopped the path
After thousand nights, it was dawn
Rose like a warrior, with body erect
Sided with justice, fought injustice
Sidelined, beaten up , pushed out
Stayed with determination and will
Championed for the cause of poor
Crowned as the chief of weak class
Guided the guys to fight the wrong
Ensured opportunities for the poor
Assured them a new era, new life
Some labled as hardliners rebelled
Majority agreed, my rule prevailed
It is a place where prosperity lives
The nature is in all smile, thriving
Animals, other creatures protected
Right people, right thoughts, acts
Rightly accepted, rightly executed
Whoever is not right is left to leave
Welcome to the new world, Joyram
Find the pristine love singing here
See the serene ones, embrace peace
Watch the pairs of love and peace
Dance elegantly to Joyram's tunes








© Joyram