The maidens in India wore pretty chains on their feet and still they do.This is a piece of poetry inspired by a painting by a famous Indian painter.

The Maiden in the Moonlight

The maiden in the moonlight Adorned with jewels that shone so bright

With her hair worn loose letting it play with the gentle breeze

Glancing over her shoulder now and then Was she waiting for someone but in vain?

For the man in shining armour astride a horse Going to the wars in distant parts

The dawn broke and no one came Was the maiden scared for her repute and fame ?

She got up in haste to flee in a poise As she heard the hum of a distant noise

A chain came loose from her pretty feet and fell in the sand without making a click

Alas, after the maiden had left with a trace The man on the horse came seeking her grace

He sank to the ground with eyes downcast Not finding her there, with a heart that beat fast

He saw something shining in the sandbed A piece of gold worn by his beloved

He picked it up with tender hands and tucked it in the sash of bands

Sure to make his path light and bright Carrying a piece of his love in his sorrowing heart. Anupam

Poetry by ANUPAM
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Written on 2009-11-08 at 06:26

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You've given just enough to leave the reader wanting more. Very well done.
Thanks, Nick

melanie sue
This is a sweetly sad story of tender love reminicsent of a bed time story from Arabian Nights. I enjoyed reading this very much. It has very good form, rhythm and flow and the content is quite appealing to an old romantic like me. :)

Zoya Zaidi
Dear Anupam,
This a lovely fairy-tale like story!
Has all the romance of yore, so popular in our folklore...