Rhododendron and Lilies abloom,
Canopies on the grape garden,
The marble tomb shines in the morning sun.
A boat set sail across the Yamuna.
Two souls in silent union.
A king. A brave heart. A lover.
A princess. A romantic. A beloved.
Eyes locked in Desire,
Souls united through Time,
Identities separated by Fate,
Yet a hope, ignited, in the Heart,
To meet finally, on the Other Side.
Why, O World, do you separate souls,
Through the most sacred journey of Love?
© Suranya
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