contains some of my present and past poetry. |
A tale of love and bravery Long ago, in the land of Rajasthan, the state of Kanauj was ruled by Jaychand. His one and only daughter, Samyukta was of surpassing beauty. On a fun trip to Ajmir, she met the ruler of that land, a famous warrior of noble nature, the smart and handsome, Pridviraj. Their love for each other was instantaneous and for all times. Yet, the political disagreements betwixt Pridviraj and Jaychand, the sires of the key city states of the empire prevented the union of the pining lovers. On a fine morning in the season of spring her father arranged for her to pick the prince of her choice for marriage, an event wherein Price Pridviraj was uninvited, yet insulted by being represented in the shape of a statue. Knowing that the course of love never flowed smooth, Samyukta took a decision. The brave princess walked to the palace gate to garland the statue of the prince that ruled her heart and soul and her life itself. Unknown to others, the clever prince hidden behind his statue, emerged, took the delicate damsel into his arms, carried her to his waiting white stead, and galloped away to his own domain. United were the lovers in glorious wedded bliss, heedless of Samyukta’s unforgiving father. A number of happy years later, the sultan of Delhi had a problem with the invading army of Afghans. Seeking the help of Jaychand and Pridviraj, monarchs of the city states of Rajasthan. he planned to defeat the attacking Afghans. The traitorous Jaychand in a bid to wreak revenge made a secret pact with the enemy and joined him to kill the noble Pridvi. Unaware of the evil plans of Jaychand, Pridviraj led his warriors to the hostile Afghans. Jaychand’s army attacked from behind killed him on the spot. The tale of Pridviraj, the brave ruler of Ajmir, was told down the generations for inspiring pride and patriotism. Lines :43 Written for Lisa Noe, Kitty Love’s Story Poem Contest |