On a horseback a puny King
As stoic as he could be,
Set out on a battle
To face his deadliest Enemy.
The horse looked as regal as him
Decked up from head to toe,
His blinkers blinded him to such an extent
That he underestimated his foe!
The soldiers were in full form
All time by his side,
These wild enthusiasts, to say the least
Expected to retain their King’s pride.
Instead of war cry and trumpets
Echoed music from dhols and shahnai,
The soldiers geared up for a battle
Much more difficult to tackle than the Sagai!
Finally they came face to face
With an opposition so fine,
Being armed with flowers and diyas
They looked very divine!
The King stepped forward valiantly
Without any hesitation or fear,
He then waited in the mandap
With baited breath since her entry was still in arrear.
Alas, there comes the Queen
With so much of elegance and grace,
And a smile so beautiful
That it lit up her face!
The eye contact made him go weak in the knees
His confidence was almost shattered,
They were fighting a losing battle
But, at that time, nothing, but her mattered!
But little did he know
That she had fallen for him completely,
Her heart reached out to him
She was in love, to put it accurately!
He came, he saw, he conquered
And was meekly followed by
The Queen, who took with him seven promises
Forming a bond on which they could rely!
He thought he had attained victory
And would rule for the rest of his life,
But little did he know that for eternity
He would be dominated by his wife!!