The Cloak of Dust
I do not seek a golden throne,
Nor treasures buried, nor lands I own.
The stars are richer than jeweled rings,
And freedom flies on humble wings.
Let others chase the palace gate,
I walk alone, yet proud and straight.
No crown can match the soul's pure flame,
No coin can buy a lasting name.
In a tattered robe, I rise and stand,
With dreams unbought, and empty hands.
My wealth? A heart that won’t betray—
A truth to speak, a path to stay.
So let the world its titles trade,
I’ll wear the silence, unafraid.
For in the dust, I’ve come to see,
The soul, not gold, makes kings of me.
Mushtaq Pahalgami
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