A smile on my face ,
And a kind-heart I owned .
Presuming, it was what ,
Required by the throne .
BUT ,
It was a heavy mistake ;
As my kindness ,
Made me too easy to break .
It made me, too naive to understand ,
That, my kindness was used ,
For making me bend .
BUT ,
When I saw a mirror I realised;
My eyes had swollen ,
From the sleepless nights .
Watching which I sighed ,
Took a oath to bounce back ,
And fix my soul full of cracks .
THIS ,
Made me realize ,
That the throne had ,
A very heavy prize .
That kindness wasn't that rare ,
But it needed a strong shell ,
So that blows of evil ,
It could bear .
Else, It would vanish ,
Due to failures and their fear .
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