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LOST BENEATH
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the palace,my hot heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Realising how I had wept my pants.All sense of humour had been lost to this effect since I couldn't make out my left from my right.I thought of leading my mysterious spy into the woodlands.Thinking he had lost track of me.Ignorance really never is a plea.Had I known is always at last.I stood under a tree gasping for breath panting as though I was a Panther.
Upon standing there,I felt wretched reflecting on if I had stepped directly or indirectly on the toes of somebody.The answer perfectlyflashed through my head which was a no.The atmosphere was cool rentless of the pursuit.All was a tickling story to tell.Lost in the woods,a king devoid of his kingdom entering a strange land.My father the king had died,I remained the legitimate and soul heir to throne,on a second thought I got to know that the elders of my land wanted to snatch my birth-rite.O!how the wicked lives on with pugery and stains.
Who would listen to the pathetic story of knee-broken wretch of a prince.How I wept for my mother knowing fairly a crevice would be bore in the heart of my mother.Should I ever return will be a miracle.A divine one.Upon entering another vicinity illegally I was captured as a spy who wanted to poke my nose into their affairs.
I was concealed in a Punjabi prision,ate rarely and couldn't move with ease.Time would tell as to whether I would eventually come out of prision.The Adage says "Every royal is a slave in a distant land".No regards for your rights not to talk about privileges.The woes of a fragile stranger totally lost at sea.Family ties broken,no pal no one to turn to.O!enslave my body but my soul and my hearts yearns for my people as to how they were treated.One day I would work my way out in progression...A story to tell#maker _rules
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the palace,my hot heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Realising how I had wept my pants.All sense of humour had been lost to this effect since I couldn't make out my left from my right.I thought of leading my mysterious spy into the woodlands.Thinking he had lost track of me.Ignorance really never is a plea.Had I known is always at last.I stood under a tree gasping for breath panting as though I was a Panther.
Upon standing there,I felt wretched reflecting on if I had stepped directly or indirectly on the toes of somebody.The answer perfectlyflashed through my head which was a no.The atmosphere was cool rentless of the pursuit.All was a tickling story to tell.Lost in the woods,a king devoid of his kingdom entering a strange land.My father the king had died,I remained the legitimate and soul heir to throne,on a second thought I got to know that the elders of my land wanted to snatch my birth-rite.O!how the wicked lives on with pugery and stains.
Who would listen to the pathetic story of knee-broken wretch of a prince.How I wept for my mother knowing fairly a crevice would be bore in the heart of my mother.Should I ever return will be a miracle.A divine one.Upon entering another vicinity illegally I was captured as a spy who wanted to poke my nose into their affairs.
I was concealed in a Punjabi prision,ate rarely and couldn't move with ease.Time would tell as to whether I would eventually come out of prision.The Adage says "Every royal is a slave in a distant land".No regards for your rights not to talk about privileges.The woes of a fragile stranger totally lost at sea.Family ties broken,no pal no one to turn to.O!enslave my body but my soul and my hearts yearns for my people as to how they were treated.One day I would work my way out in progression...A story to tell#maker _rules
