Chamber Of Gloom: Despondency​ Poem by Mohammad Saif

Wandering in the moors

She smelt the rose of love,

The aroma was sweet

It helped her retreat.


In a deep slumber went she

Meeting the prince of her dreams,

Who took her to a place unknown.

She was the queen there, of nymphs, fairies and angels.


The mood of merry turned sombre

When the ugly queen took her beauty,

Casting a curse on her, taking the prince away.

Vision blurred as she opened her eyes,

The gloomy atmosphere of that dark room

Forbade her to see through.