J's Musings

                       By Janhavi B.

I tell you,

The tale of a lover,

Proud and strong,

His lady love locked away,

In battlefields of far,

He stayed back and waited,

Never a glance at someone else,

For the scars his dear’s face held,

Were his favourite sight of all,

The days went by,

And the sun grew weary,

As the moon lost his shine,

Yet the lover waited,

For his lady love,

Day and night,

There did a come a day,

When the lady soldier took her armour off,

For a queen does not wait,

For love or for dawn,

Dusk soon settled in,

Darkness took over,

A dim light shone still,

Strong and bright,

Just like the hope of love,

In the proud lover’s dark mind,

When he asked for his lady’s love,

And asked her to be betrothed to him,

The madam accepted his love,

But not his proposal,

For then he would be king,

And would overthrow her,

Tears welled in the brave child’s eyes,

Though pride soon took over,

And dedicated to himself lies,

Lies of having made a mistake,

To love and to wait,

But who shall tell this broken soul,

That they were acts of greatest purity,

Or that his lady was not too proud,

Only too in love with her power,

To love him anymore,

Yet time shall break it to him,

As gently as his pace would allow,

For then he would know,

That the wisdom was his gift,

And the sorrow his price…