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Warrior Queen

I just returned from the hunt,
The wild boar left bruises on my body.
The jungle is not a fair place to be,
Just like life, forest is full of mystery.
Beauty and danger co-exist like a deceptive blend.

I am trained to look like a hawk, hear like a bat and hunt like a lioness.
I am trained to wield sharp weapons and fight fierce battles.
I am the warrior queen of a land, heard about, across the seas.
I am the ruler of a kingdom expanding ever since the dawn of human kind.

I looked into the mirror,
I saw a girl standing before me,
Coy and beautiful!
She's clad in muslin, her hair set loose.
She looked like an ancient Arab princess waiting for her king.
I snickered at my innocent longing for a knight king.

Warrior queens, they say, are not destined for a normal life, rather, not destined for love.
How is an inherent human emotion a hindrance to anybody's existence?

I believed,
Love gives me courage to fight fiercest of the battles,
Love gives me energy and happiness amid clanking swords and blood thirsty beasts.
Love gives me hope to rise up and a reason to get back home, alive!
What is life, if not a canvass to paint in Colors of love!

I hear a thud!  Was jolted awake.
I saw the little monster with chocolate spilled all over.
He's confused and nervous.
As you walk in to rescue your little boy, I looked at you and wondered,
If you are the knight king of my dream.
But I realised, you are the emperor of my heart!





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Unknown said…
Last 2 no words to praise...👍
20 December 2019 at 13:11
Jayesh said…
Words acting as a mirror for a dream😁
19 January 2020 at 19:49
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