The Crown

Many a heads bowed
For the little that had worn
Many a heads rolled
For the little that had to bear

They were in their various elements
From the priceless gems to the thorns
They were the creators and destroyers
For many a war was fought for the only one

The very symbol of authority
Only to be in stripped away on freedom
Their existence a mere memory
For many a little survived

The Women behind the uniform

He walks with his head high
And you know why?
For a Lady to hold fort home
When he hold fort the boundaries

He makes us sleep in peace
Because she makes him sleep with ease
She, Is a mother, a wife, a daughter
She is the women, behind every uniform

When he keeps Vigil, she is the unseen companion
A champion in her own rights
And as he fights, she waits
With an open arm
To welcome his home coming
On his legs or others…..