I met a poor King at a decayed Railway station

'Hello! A very familiar face and I am certain that we have met somewhere else before.' He started the conversation.
'I have no any idea but may be in our previous births.'
'Exactly, now I remember, I was a King in a drama and you were the court jester.' King replied.
' Oh! What a fine memory you hold?
And if possible could you please lend me few coins for the journey.'
'Hey! Still you carry the practice of joking? '
And he disappeared when the train came.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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