The soil of Mewar was mesmerisingly bright
In yellow, red, and green.
Giving the eyes a spectacular sight.
As the June rains arrived
Washing the Aravallis in an ocean of beauty,
Beyond the Bhimlat's tranquillity
A fort stood in proximity.
The land of Bijoliya.
Somewhere in the palace, there
Amidst the bloodshed and might
Lived a girl who dared to love,
The bravest the land bore in a long time.
Her days would pass in waiting
And nights rereading letters
He had often sent without being discreet.
Words and feelings between the lines
Her hand traced the curves of each letter
As though she felt his fingers entwined.
Every evening as dusk settled in
Or the rain blurred the horizon in mist
She stood there, on the highest Jharokha
Eyes beyond the plains, far away
Where she could see the silver-lined way.
He would one day come galloping down
The dust gave away his presence in brown.
The people would rejoice at the return of a prince
And her heart would finally find home in him.
He'd meet her in stolen stares,
Seek her out in a crowd as soon as she appears,
Let his hand brush hers where the bruises were
The valiance that made her proud of him
And made the wait worthy of a dream.
And then he would gallop away again
Without a lengthy word exchange
And she would watch from the domes
Till his white horse appeared blue on the horizon.
Once again, she would begin counting days
Till they met each other again.
~ Suranya
