I'm the emperor <br />of my unique empire. <br />Just as you, I'm born, <br />nurtured, and go back <br />to the same soil that <br />has borne, nurtured and <br />draws you back into its fold. <br />You remained a pauper <br />I, a ruler; I don my head <br />with a crown of thorns yet <br />I feel I'm clad in choicest petals of sorts; <br />yes, I'm the emperor of my empire. <br />Every night my bed of thorns beckons me. <br />Lo, when sleep embraces me, <br />i sleep on a bed of roses <br />soothing the pricks on my <br />skin. You blow the war bugle, <br />and i counter it <br />blowing the conch of victory. <br />I'm the emperor of my empire. <br />I occupy <br />every nook and corner <br />of this earth covered by <br />the same soil seemingly <br />different...i don't claim it as mine, <br />as you do. <br />My hands are empty. <br />My heart is full. <br />I stand on the same soil as you do. <br />I know it's not mine or yours; <br />I'm the emperor of my empire...<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-empire/
