So straight, stoic and dull is your life
You hold my nerves in times of strife
Alas o king, why you had to malign
My love and bet me off like a gold coin!
Prince of my heart, master of song n dance
Truly wondrous are our spells of romance
If only I could hold you now and again
Away from your friend and your countless women!
On your strong chest my burning head I lay
How sweet is the blood of my enemies you slay
You are mine, a true admirer, who'd shed a tear
And pamper me with his tender love and care
The charming dark knight of grace!
How I love thy respectful embrace
How you shower on me your love and praise
And how you heal me with your tender gaze
The youngest of all, and my keenest find
Secrets only I know of your inward mind
How you let me nurture and care for you
Hold you to my bosom in thy moments of blue
The strong, glorious and anguished warrior!
Why it is so, that your ardent gaze I so desire!
Why, the female in me so craves your fiery heart
And possess you, when fate keeps us so far apart!
Abhay B. Joshi