Reign, the

Reign, the
--
Each one has a kingdom
Of their own
Burning with desires and wills
Even with grief
Guilt or shame
Could be anything under the sun
( I have seen people collecting stamps and butterflies too)

As the early hour morning breeze blows
Cold and dry
A flame flickers in my mind;
I have a kingdom too,
You see
Not of a regret
Or remorse
But of voices
Red, Indigo and purple, wry
That I keep listening to and respond
May be you are one of them

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Anant Dhavale
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