She was the dream of the righteous
moon shied away at her sight
Clear as crystal was she,
Darkness was her crown
the Pearl of the ocean
Rainbow of the blue sky
a Poet's words, a Painter's art.
She was the Idol of Goddess.
the moon, her jealous rival
hid behind the clouds.
She looked out of the window
into the depth of the silent night
the door wide open
to welcome her heart.
The lamp burned brightly
at the corner of the palace
and at the centre of the heart
She bored into it, or rather
looked through it to view
the portrait of a man
her love, her hero, her heart
Their eyes met, her lips growing wider.
Oh! the sound drew her attention
She rushed to the window
the wind was so strong
even the trees were not forgiven
They sang, danced and died.
She felt her heart shiver
fear at its best, finally
She looked into the lamp
it flickered only once
for her to savour and
it was gone, gone forever.
glass decorated the floor
The portrait lay still, as if
borne there for ages,
She walked upto the door,
for once looked into the darkness
and closed it tightly shut.
