Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Princess


Many-many full moons ago,
There was a beautiful princess
in a tiny, paradisiacal hill state,
Surrounded by nature's blooms great
her beauty was ever-touching new scales,
Nature spread across far-flung wild trails
sang songs of her majestic beauty,
Slowly-slowly it did its duty
to spread around the tales of her charms,
For miles and miles
her fame could measure distance in arms,
Reached it the ears of a prince far,
whose kingdom had'n at war
with her father's,
And lo! Enough bravado this prince gathers
to set out to look at that famed face,
Seemed he then a futile chaser
running after destiny in a tragic race,
Lovely wild flowers kept on giving her trace,
Untamed breeze came to brace
his young heart and brave, soldierly chest,
Moved he ahead without rest,
After months-long sufferings in the ravines,
he found himself where her star shines,
Wandered he in her kingdom in impersonation,
for so antagonistic was the air in this nation.
Her fame spread more from the mouth's word,
Too precious was this bird
to be ogled by too many eyes,
So desperately he tries
to give solace to his aching eyes,
His pining heart gave suffering, cold sighs,
Then chance showered its bloom
and gone was his heart's gloom,
It was a full moon night
and moon was lit at its fairest bright,
The princess went for a boat ride
in the marvelously calm lake,
His heart shook with a thunderous heart-quake
as he stealthily waited in the shoreline foliage,
Every passing moment gave a new courage,
He was just above
the princess' safe, secret bathing ghat of marble sleek,
This white monument gleamed
exotically in the panorama bleak,
Arrived her boat then with her giggling maidens,
His heart was now achingly struggling
against his broad chest,
In filigreed finery she was dressed,
In silent majesty she put her adorable feet
on the gleaming, cool facade by the waterside,
Waves rippled through him with a coquettish chide,
Her hallowed figure glowed distinctly
among her helping ladies,
And before he could think anything,
stony become his whole being,
Her finery no longer covered
her exquisitively carved flesh curves,
That naked fairy jammed his nerves,
That statuesque glow of marble on her skin soft,--
Aha that real life sculpture of
utmost sensuality and symmetry aloft!
Moon-rays deflected off her curves
and panting, pining reached his eyes,
Every moment her moon-sculpted body
acquired new vistas and highs,
Her flowing tresses on her naked back
lustily shook to her head's gentle gyrations,
He couldn't see her face clearly,
but he heard word spoken with mythic softness,
He was, but, dying to see her face,
so closer and closer he came
to fulfill his young heart's only aim,
Alas! He was noticed by her female arm-guards,
Quickly their masculined arms hissed,
Surrounded by trained females
he'd decent chances of escape through a fight,
But how could he blot this night
by testing against females his skill,
Strong ladies advanced on him
with the chances to kill,
Caught he was in this way,
When the next sun came with its curious ray,
his misadventure's word got around,
Shook then her father's throne's ground.
It was the enemy's unforgivable crime,
So sentenced he was to death at his youth's prime,
But kingdoms have inviolable laws,
so his royal blood deserved
the fulfillment of a last wish,
Then how could he miss
the last chance to see her face,
So request he an eye-full brace
of her magical features,
God! Why thou create such bewitching creatures?
He was thus led to the courtyard
below her balcony ornate,
Her sad eyes looked at him without any hate,
The prince too was no less on handsome scale,
On his perfect features a smile loomed pale,
The princess knew that her face had'n the bait,
which could soon seal this life's fate,
Thus fell she at her father's feet
with an utmost, painful entreat,
'Father it was no fault of his,
but is all due to my well-thought kiss,
Stranger this prince is not,
for your daughter secretively tied the knot,
And if you kill him
sorrows and sins would cross ocean's brim,
A father would widow his daughter,
For ages known will be this slaughter,
And if thou still send him to gallows,
certaily another death bellows'.
How could the King let this
darling flower wither away!
So smiled on many fates a new ray,
They were ceremoniously married,
Decades-old animosity was buried,
What beautiful outcome of her wise, petalous step,--
For herself marital bliss
and for two states a friendly kiss!

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