The bethroned princess

The bethroned princess

She could not stare Nor could she give an air
For the passerby’s the story they would not buy

It needed guts Many if’s and but’s
For the way she chose she did chew her dose

Shattered was she Yet unscathed was she
For she knew the path was not difficult aftermath

Childlike was she The only thing close to HE
She was the princess,was the only thought in distress

She could not rest in peace when all humans were a piece
Wasn’t she entrusted the work how could she be a jerk

The pity evolved into love,That which was as pure as the white dove
Love for the children Who were in this den

The den of a lion who used to dine
On the flesh ,the flesh of mankind

She had to rescue,And she had to be true
To the unknown faith ,That she relied till date

Everything was a mess which was veiled by a dress
She had to search ,The light in the mighty birch

There HE was watching with trust he was waiting
For her victory ,HE was writing the poetry

The song of love That HE sung as a lullaby
For the bethroned princess to sleep to eternity.

She dozed off into paradise,Which was her prize

The father was still singing, And the birds began chirping.

(HE refers to Almighty)