Wreaths of Rhododendrons, smell of Jasmine,
Rose petal sprinklers, Tube rose perfumes
But the sweetest smell was still
That of your painted hands in mine.
A merriment in court, drums and dancers
Yet the most beautiful music maker
Is the anklets that twinkle in your feet.
A palace of marbles, a fort conquered
But the most beautiful home,
Remains your open courtyard.
A royal title, a guard of honour,
Your letters are still my greatest rewards.
A rule laid, fate intervened
The heart remains a rebel at war,
I paint your pictures on my walls.
A gust of wind travels across the land
Over the desert and into the plains,
It brings a tint of dust from your garden to me.
I know my heart is transformed, the soul bound to you
Against the society and its norms
For eternity and beyond.
Wild and untamed, Love knows no bounds,
No borders or faith, titles or decorum.
It belongs to you, your smile, your touch.
You made me a rebel for life
In a rebellion for love.
~ Suranya
(15.07.2018)
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