Jasmine and roses abloom,
Moonlight on the marble floor of the room,
Every night in the darkest hours
Under the veil of stars,
Her eyes shone with pearl drops
Cheeks like stars.
Stardust made magic and moonbeam ripples,
On the water of the Yamuna below the fortress.
It was then that the gust of wind
Brought with it a familiar touch
Someone whispered to her from afar,
As if she never belonged here.
Struggling between the cups of wine
She dared to remember him as divine,
One who embraced death for her fame,
Alas! She could never embrace his name.
© Suranya
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