I opened my wings of feathers to bind the palace of mine,
Glorious and powerful stood it against the course of time.
Little did I know , the palace would hold
high values from humans around,
All these crowd mesmerising the art and power bound.
A king was i, praised and raised under this roof yet other time,
Now I fly above the sky, holding my paradise prime.
I hear the phrases of praise,
And the history of my victories arise.
Oh wait that's my secret chamber,
Difficulty in passing through it gets pampered.
Still I wish I could held my people grow,
But I like this freedom to run my wings against the blow .


© Janani