The Will of My Sobering Plight
Dec 17, 2020
Beauty unrivalled
and virtue of gold
I swear my honour to you
As I come closer…closer still
I know nothing
but you to be my most ardent desire
Even Kings are made of clay,
So, could I not touch you
and feel the body of the divine?
Can you feel my heartbeat from there?
For I feel the winds whispering tears,
What could this mean?
If the devils come gather and crown me their lord
still, I would seek your peace
In my pledge of heart to yours
So, like water to a dry soul
will you bathe me in divinity?
and call me your own?
Kevin Gurung
The British College
BBA (Level 6)
