Before she was crowned- a poem

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Before she was crowned 

picture from: @art.snowdrop


Not who begged for autographs or who memorized her books

When she started sweating gold

Not what is paying a hundred grand to have a single look

When billion copies have been sold

 

A mile long que of snobs doesn’t weigh heavy against one

Who bore the flag of faith

What matters is who brought her water while she grinded under the sun

Then, when she was mere wraith

 

Them, who heard her in the clamour of the streets where deafness prevailed

Are now the apple of her eye

B’cause they bet on her prowess and never bailed

Never vacillate, never lie

 

Hadn’t climbed the ladder of eminence; when she wasn’t on the screen

Who’s he who validated her sound

What matters is who stood by the queen

Before she was crowned

 

Who held her hand despite that it could be conspicuously seen

That those imbeciles frowned

What matters is who stood by the queen

Before she was crowned

 

Her arcane eloquence, now spreading like fire, now tracing the star’s beam

Was once not as profound

What matters is who stood by the queen

Before she was crowned

 -Maithili

 

 

 

 


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