The awakening..

In a deep slumber she laid,

Unperturbed by the chaos outside-

Of masses shouting and showcasing protests,

Wholly unaware of the rising tide,

And other uprisings that would finally maim her land...

Trusted she people, of the worst kind,

Who robbed her of the wealth she be-quested,

People, manipulative enough to ruthlessly plunder-

The fertile land bestowed upon her masses..

People, intimidating enough to to kill the masses or disrespect a woman,

who were audacious enough to defy their demands,

or, sometimes even as a part of their bizarre game.

Yet she was completely unaware-

Of the misdeeds of the people of her inner circle,

And how would she know?

When everyone around was so reassuring -

To take care of her kingdom-

Till she was 'mature' enough to rule the place.

And, now her land suffered and was politically crippled,

And dissatisfaction reached such a level-

The masses were out for a protest,

They planned to bring down the palace,

And with her inner people already on a run,

She was the one left completely vulnerable-

To face all the wrath of her people,

For things she never did or heard of,

Punished because of a petty lot..

And now, as the masses set the palace ablaze,

She would be suffering her slow death,

A she slept in her chamber,

Death- her imminent consequence,

And destruction-of her beautiful kingdom,

For the wrong people she blindly trusted....