Prince Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

When I was awench fo sixteen,
a prince used to blow kisses
Unseen my farmer father,
Hiding behind the fence,
he came riding from the near
Castle which i could only dream.
One day he came inside
The compound climbing the fence,
Hugged me and showered kissed
All over the face, and breasts,
Made sweet love wothout my father
and sped away never coming back.
I think of my first lover, chastity
Breaker, though, I married,
had six children, the incident
Never told to my husband,
And chershed in my hear forever.