Magic Kingdom

The wanderer stopped for a while,
Tired after walking many a mile.
The outskirts, desolate and barren,
No cover to hide, all that had been hidden.
All this time. He thought it fate,
Reaching, but a second too late.
To bear witness to the fast settling dust,
Happened…as it must.
The air dry, the soil parched,
The land cracked, on which he marched.
No steps to follow in,
The way it had always been.
Solitude, his constant companion,
To keep him company in his magic kingdom.
There he stood, under the shady trees,
Feeling the soft and gentle breeze.
His skin glowed, as it had yesteryear,
But that was a long time before.
The flowers blossomed, spreading their scent,
Heaven. Everywhere he went.
In this daze, his eyes open,
His lips move, though no words are spoken.
Dragging himself back into reality,
Away from all that he wanted to be.
Forcing his feet into motion,
Willing himself from the witch’s potion.
As he trudged onwards, without a sound,
Leaving only his footprints on the ground.
His face reflected neither smile nor frown,
One day he swore, he’d wear that jewelled crown.
 

Rahul Jadhav

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