A Fallen King

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Tue Mar 10 2026

He was once a king, loved each moment.
He was trusted to fight for all of the world.
But soon the weight of hope had him on his knees.

Now he gave it up, he forgot to rule
He stands and stares; half numb, half lost;
As the world keeps chasing all he once dreamt of.

He still cares, afraid he cares so much
That when it's real, he might not be enough.
It's easier to be the perfect one who never was.

That's when he heard a voice, out from the sea
She said, 'This was never about the easy choice,
You can will your fate or wake up from this dream."