In My Empire...

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