A Tale Of A Princess And Her Broken Heart Plant.
Here are some borrowed words,
Since I have an empty stock.
I saw her, alone in the twilight.
Her golden locks, rocking in the
Wind cradle,
Lips parted, giving way to a
Sugar breath,
She stared at the horizon.
Birds flew twittering by,
Leaving the leaves trembling.
Sun plunged where sight refused to go.
She dropped her eyelids,
Flooding the crystal lakes beneath,
Two pearlsome teardrops
Fell on me; I blushed a bit.
I tried to retain those
Those precious containers of anecdotes.
Twinkling at me, they started
Moving down.
I beheld two rolling bioscopes
Of diamond skies,
Since they mirrored all they faced
Through their roundy surface.
I shouted desperately
"Hey, don't rush my delicate friends,
You will be scattered to thousands!
Tell me the tale why did she cry.
Where did she fail, how did she try."
One of them played me false,
Scattered to droplets,down on my stems.
Another ceased my brink anigh
With stars inscribed countless.
It questioned me crossed what I sought.
Why I hindered its demise
Though I thrive, why I strive
To see its mistress' eyes?
I replied,
She is not only yours
But also mine, mine beloved too.
She planted my soul;
Regarded my growth.
So, I did her adore.
So, I cared, what if I stared?
So, I fostered her delight.
When in the night, my princess cried,
Her broken heart so teared.
I being, her broken heart darling,
I garnish her garden yard.
Garnish her mind, garnish her soul;
Garnish her euphoric years.
All on a sudden, the evening star
Dazzled my eyes through the tear drop
Which followed its friend
Dispersed to fragments
Down on my stems, a salty scar.
It kept untold that anecdote old
Which made my mistress cry.
I abode her Broken heart dear
Following her footsteps to far from near.
-Prakhar Karmakar
