Where gone has that glory of that rich glorious past.
Sad, indeed sad it is, that it has vanished so fast.
Suddenly events turned topsy turvy; n royals were outcast.
Taken away, from them, their kingdoms were, at last.

Pray I, a fresh beginning they make; n raise the mast.
Strive they should, to get back that lost glory of the past;
Then once again, they can make kingdoms vast.
Then a party big I want; together we can have a blast.

Tathastu.
Armin Dutia Motashaw