FALL OF THE QUEEN

Into the abyss, she fell.

The first among the six to fall.

The death knell inside her

Failed to pale her mocha skin.

Magnificence-burnt out of it

Like a fired coal.

Her droplets of sweat

Sent out the scent

Of a thousand lotus blooms

Out of her lungs,

Rushed the air of life.

A scream might capture it back,

But no-

The queen closed her eyes,

She did not want to see

Her husbands-five in number-

Treading their way to heaven.

She let her heart flip a beat

She searched,through

The pleasant patches of her mind

The holy fire from where

She rose-clinging to

Her brother’s  finger

Indeed a cynosure-she was

Proclaimed to be the queen

To be remembered,

Till the end of time.

Her butter-lipped friend,who was,

As black as she was,

With peacock feathered brow

With words of a god and

Smile of a lover

Who listened and reasoned

Jeered and praised.

The sight of the swayamvar

Where kings-noble and novel

Mighty and majestic

Came with eager eyes

On the prize,

To make her-the lustrours

Black diamond of their crowns

Her palace..

With crystal stairs and lotus ponds

Windows  which  opened

To ever  fragrant gardens

Her palace,

Where the sun rose to see

Her kohl-lined eyes open.

Where the birds sang to see

The light of her smile.

Cold chillness speared

Into her being

She could hear Bheema’s lament

“why her, brother?”

“she loved only one..

More than everyone-Arjun.”

This one-the queen laughed-is

Always full of half truths!!

“I have only loved a single soul

But it was not that warrior prince!

How could i?when I never

Got enough of myself?”

The queen’s eyes shone,

From behind her lids,

For one last time.