AHALYA THE WINNER
Is being beautiful my sin?
Is being tricked and seduced my fault?
Cursed I am for no fault of mine
"Is this a house fit for living dear
Which has less wall and more windows and doors? "
"Free flow of fresh air is perhaps our Head's chief concern
When there are storms in the air
By my side they're always there!
When my joy overflows as a monsoon river
I am a dainty Dandelion
popped up in the darkest corner of your heart's lawn
that looks cheerful in every season
scattering the warmth and power of the sun.
In my darkest night,
When there is no source of light
Your words twinkle like stars
That solace my soul, though afar.
She was just a bud yet to unfurl her petals
A free bird joyful, pristine and wholly natural
A raging, roaring, vibrant innocent tribal girl
He seemed to be a noble man in his forty
Isn't the sky a divine letter
with Sun, moon and stars as its indelible letters
written by God with heavenly ink
that perpetually entice and blink?
You descended eagerly from heaven
to lave with love my dreary desert pain,
to soothe my parched skin with soothing caress,
kissing my dry leaves and grass to be a source of solace.
You're now perennial rivers of tear,
That fail to lave my love, my priceless treasure!
You're now the dart pierced into my silently sobbing heart