My Monarch My King
Poetry
The flirty monarch,
rubbed his wings, sparked by friction
stretching, spreading in the open sky;
as the alarm goes off, declaring the end of fall,
end of a war, a retreat march
and skylarks singing the chorus of dawn.
Susurrating breeze singing soft melodious songs,
for baby leaves with pink cheeks,
announcing spring!
Slowly coming out of his meditation is Monarch the king!
The sound of distant conch lost at the sea floor,
echoing aloud from a distant land,
just out of his dreams;
he is agog by the voice,
pulsated his heart, he recognized, it was his mate's voice
calling aloud to him, come back home!
She is alone and the wait has been too long,
separated from her lover waiting in the bower,
jittery his mind,
a desperate lover, he embarked on his flight.
Tucked, some dreams in his wings and
attire saffron and mouchtache black,
glares for eyes,
gorged on winter foods,
nectars in his lap and
a desire to meet his mate,
with initials of my name, a plain Jane,
who lives in the plain on the other side of the terrane,
an epitome of romance about to cumulate!
Tamed by her lover, he is forever chained,
he showers in the hope of spring!
the azure shined bright in classy blue attire,
flung with his desire;
hung in the air were the young flowers,
tossing head, waving at him,
sung songs of love for him, navigating for him
paving his way, chalet to rest!
Off to a distant land,
in a beautiful caravan.
Traveled the sky,
transversing miles;
pass the hills,
pass the woods,
pass the mountains ice-clad.
The aeolian breeze flushing his face,
inertia calling aloud and asking him to stop!
But he, a frenzied Romeo and
his zeal to meet Juliet
pass the roving eyes,
pass the village folks,
pass the foyer of my house;
steal into the backyard,
land upon a bower and dozed for a while!
A plethora of flowers,
spread on a throne,
awaiting the king's arrival,
his lovelorn eye stuck on his beautiful mate,
sunbathing in the backyard with her open hair
He stood for a while, took some gasping breath
after all, lured his eyes, upon her beautiful sight!
Alighted
upon her nape, swirls on her hair, and a kiss he stamps!
A kiss of a lifetime glued on her forehead
and lips,
her breast,
her waist, he reaches her feet!
until no place he left and content in his heart,
the Monarch then slept for a while!
O’ my Monarch
stay here till eternity!
Not a moment of separation for us,
be it fall or rain or a season of change,
but the season of romance
never changes for us
ever again!
