Wrapped in finest <br />crimson silks, <br />adorned in jewels <br />around her neck <br />in worship for love <br />with a heart of gold <br />In dreams one starry night <br />a shatterred heart <br />in pieces, like thunders, <br />had a nightmare of dreams <br />in loves temple <br />where she awaited her love <br />under the open skies <br /> <br />From princess regal <br />a gypsy she turned, <br />from silken drapes <br />and cushions on throne, <br />to a mat of straw <br />and broken pieces in silk. <br />Into those flames <br />of fragrant sandalwood <br />dust she turned. <br />The cinerary showed <br />the many nights <br />and days <br />out in the spell <br />with feet bare <br />towards that <br />unknown destination <br /> <br />That love's journey <br />not a pot of roses, <br />the envy she killed <br />and jealousy repelled <br />freedom she sought <br />and her heart she followed <br />for her lover was waiting <br />In the stars and the moons. <br />The old mystics words of wisdom <br />ring in her ears <br />two birds following against the wind <br />like a flock of swans <br />in a migration to plains <br />she knows not <br />for the distance of ages, <br />but knows for sure <br /> <br />SHE WILL SEE HER PRINCE. <br /> <br />Anjali <br />23-01-2009<br /><br />ANJALI SINHA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/princess-indian-slow-the-love/
