*slow The Love (Princess Indian) Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

With the heart of gold in worship for love
In dreams one night a broken heart in pieces
Wrapped in silk she recollects the signs ominous
Like thunders she had a nightmare of dreams
In the temple of love a bunch of her hairs
In knots tied and hung to the wall
Wailing as she returned under the sky

Her stolen heart across the oceans
To the old mystic when her eyes caught
He knew he said the treasure you seek
Her hands to the heaven she caught the sight
Two birds following against the wind
A flock of swans in migration to plains

Congratulations she sent through the air
A Jogan she said she will turn from princess
Of silky drapes and cushions on throne
Freedom she sought and her heart she followed
A mate of straw and the broken pieces in the silk
Into dust she dissolved into fire of Sandalwood
Many nights and days out in the spell
Towards an unknown destination with feet bare

The envy she killed and jealousy repelled
Is that the love’s journey is so easy
Nay it is not yet a step thou hast moved
The lover is waiting in the stars and moons
She knows not for the distance of ages
She knows not she will ever see the prince
23/1/2009