The Uncrowned King

The Uncrowned King

I wanted to meet my idol Ruskin Bond
Whose stories I am so very fond
The meeting was scheduled for sharp noon
And I was feeling top of the moon

He was seated on a big armchair 
Chubby rosy cheeks and golden hair
He regaled me with stories of his childhood 
That continued from boyhood to adulthood 

We spoke for hours and hours together 
Time stood still for me altogether 
What a combination of wit and wisdom
After all he is the uncrowned King of my literary Kingdom. 

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