Saturday, March 30, 2013

Kings and Beggars

This morning, on the river, I watched houses burning
And the smoke kissed the mountains
And drew pictures in the sky

Two friends met upon the winds
One laughing and one in tears
Trying to break the silence
I wonder if He heard

Am I mad to love this city?
Where ashes fall on flowers
Where Gods come roam like deer

Rampriya says
Seek this place before you die
Where Kings and Beggars now are same

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