Cleopatra Smile

In the wildest of wild imagination,

was I wrong? It was a popular belief

that Cleopatra wouldn't fall for a man

however mighty, however handsome he may be.

Now the conjecture proved wrong,

break I free of my shackles

and float in paradise

thickly scented with thoughts about Antony.

Words could be flowers, thorns, swords

objects of pure devotion

which could materialize into love.

Piercest me thy eyes, words brave

and left me spellbound for life.

Aye, they said, the Queen is in love

with a poet, a speaker, a Roman!

Yes, the Egyptian Queen was in love.

Flowery imagination gained wings

you, Antony and this Cleopatra

riding the chariot towards heaven.

You said my beauty mesmerized yo,

and I say, your words sprang up to me

making me feel wanted,

making me feel less orphan, making me want to be a better royal.

Alas! But dreams aren't forever

Fate plays the Devil, oh!

between two lovestruck.

There's a glass jar beside me-

in it, an Indian cobra of spite and venom

not as potent as yours, Devil.

Shred you cheat, my Antony from me-

lay wounded at war,

blood which loved me like life,

colouring the coarse sand

with the poetry of sagacity.

Thus, the tapestry of my life nearing its end,

I take a look at the lusciously black reptile-

"Dear, welcome, welcome me to Death,

do better to me, send me to the heaven-

where I will dance eternally

with dearest Antony."