{"id":4859,"date":"2021-09-03T03:49:46","date_gmt":"2021-09-03T03:49:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/?p=4859"},"modified":"2021-09-03T12:17:03","modified_gmt":"2021-09-03T12:17:03","slug":"the-lost-queen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/2021\/09\/03\/the-lost-queen\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lost Queen"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> &lt; 1<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minute<\/span><\/span>\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>The Lost Queen<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She smiled when she knew<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was going to be you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She bowed her head and blushed shy<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The sacred thread as you did tie<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She bore the pain of labour<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To make you a proud father<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She served you like a maid<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Didn&#8217;t bother as her beauty did fade<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her days passed away into years in your care<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A Father&#8217;s Princess has now no dare<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To wage battles against drunken neglect<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To raise her shield against the arrows of abusive words and battered regret<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her only motive is to guard her marriage fort<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From reaching the large halls of a district court<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her children she wears as a crown<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Trying to safeguard her kingdom of life<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From an enemy who now sits on her throne as a King<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Inspired from a brutal incident in my surroundings of a poor lady being dragged away from her son by her drunken husband in front of a\u00a0helpless\u00a0 crowd in a market .<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> &lt; 1<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minute<\/span><\/span>The Lost Queen She smiled when she knew It was going to be you She bowed her head and blushed shy The sacred thread as&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1695,"featured_media":4861,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,794],"tags":[572,604,824,429],"class_list":["post-4859","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-english","category-poetry","tag-english-article","tag-english-poetry","tag-poor","tag-queen"],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4859","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1695"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4859"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4859\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4860,"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4859\/revisions\/4860"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4861"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4859"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4859"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4859"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}