Poor King

She has left me alone And preferred to be gone With winds forever Leaving behind fragrance of flower How many days I have cried The eyes have gone dried It has nothing in store I must find new source and explore I felt from inner heart Her presence as an art She used to be present Each time as heavenly sent I loved and cared Spoke words and dared She will never hesitate To hold me tight and retaliate Such figure is no more I am very much sore In her absence I loose my patience I make heart little light By depleting tears sans delight It is pure and accidental shock There is no room for happiness and jokes I wish her rest and good birth I miss her even after death She was such nice human being My beautiful queen and I being poor king