Its been 3 past eleven she hasn’t still arrived,
been waiting for her by this rocky seaside..
O! what dreams we dreamt holding hands in the grand hall of our school,
we loved, like no other love, the world had seen, before us,
From sunrise to sunset I pledged my heart to her..
Alas! I was only a blacksmith to her dads empire..
“what a disgrace that my beautiful daughter even looks at thee! Love is for children!”
with that he drove away me..
My daughter shall marry a prince, I choose
and live happily like a princess under my hood!
Her prince turned out to be a drunken monster..who blew away her fathers empire!
whilst I..swordsmith of the south grew, in power and became richer with the might of the king in the north!
But whats the use of all the glory, if u don’t have your love to share it with..
so buoyed by my new found social status, I went back to save her
from the tyrant who ruled her
She was same; my sweet love, cried and kissed,the moment she saw me..
I knew then what I had to do,hatched a plan to run away, another country far from all her misery..
she hesitated, but then agreed to meet me by the docks.
But It’s been 10 past 11 she hasn’t still arrived;
maybe maybe it was her child whom she couldn’t leave behind..
Alas! some dreams just float away and crush all your hope.
you stand on the rocks waiting for life to show u a ray of light
Nay! its a cruel joke,
that the man upstairs has played on thee..
devastated he fell into the sea.
If only the blacksmith had waited,a moment longer,he could have kissed his bride,with a son on her side..
It’s true! some dreams do wash away with the rising tide of the sea…(27/3/2015)