Couple lefts from a city in eternity
She lies beneath the sacred grove,
After days of struggle for her posterity
She’s having her peace ,no more rove.
With light shedding on her grim visage
She sobs at night,but not perceived
And as beautiful as her true image
Was the time ,I fervidly grieved.
I know it’s not a day to mourn
As the moon ,the stars, all prevail,
Don’t dare to raise and break her sworn
Let her rest , like a holy grail.
Then i reminisce her pretty scowl
She looks as divine as an altarpiece,
And look at her my dear soul
There rests , my true mystical peace.
—Mayankk Sharma
Mayankk Sharma 