She was daughter of the sun,
That ruled a paradise on earth,
Since her childhood although a moon,
She never behaved like a moon,
She preferred warmth of a sun,
Over a cool soothing moon light,
A child hood friend always tried,
To discover a moon in her,
Though liked by the princess,
The noble always failed to see,
The hidden moon in her,
Throughout her life,
The moon was dormant,
And it was a sun,
That shined on her face.
When she succeeded,
The throne of her father,
She tried to prove herself,
A secular ruler,
That was not liked,
By the powerful nobles,
They planned a scandal,
Scandals do what swords cannot.
Her slave an Abyssinian Sidi,
Her helper in riding,
Often touched her,
At places, those others,
Couldn't think even,
Even her childhood friend,
Was always jealous!
He left her alone,
Gained power,
And attacked her kingdom,
Defeated she was,
Sidi was killed,
And she,
Macerated in a fort,
Whereat she enjoyed,
Many liberties,
And was ultimately constrained,
To marry her friend,
But he could never discover,
A moon in her,
She lived like a sun,
She died like a sun,
She wasn't Sultana,
She was Razia Sultan,
The first woman ruler,
At the throne of Delhi!
History retold in glory of the Sunprincess Razia Sultan.........very nicely penned with excellence.....10
Interesting story of the Sun princess...... I haven't heard it before! Enjoyed the poem, particularly one line which is almost proverbial.....'Scandals do what swords cannot'.
A historical poem, yes she was a great ruler..................10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amongst three woman ruler of the world two are from india n RAZIA SULTANA was one of them. Great write.