Standings of my Heart!

Standings of my Heart!

I dreamt of love. A gentle stroke, a guiding light.

A tender touch, a world so bright.

Of course! I was young,

Of course! I I felt like the hero unsung.

It was time to change the plot.

Time to rescue my lot.

Time to re define what love could do,

Time to stand up and woo.

I wasn't the doll they made of clay.

I was never the princess of the play.

My voice was loud and  hectoring,

Although articulate, but censoring.

The Prince and his horse made for a lousy discourse,

Being shy and coy couldn't be my only recourse!

I would choose the star of my life, of course!

Sorry, now you might want to sit up straight,

Or speak in whispers, if you wish to berate!

My choices are made of silk and jute,

Soft like a woman, though tough like a brute!

don't you understand, I never loved pink.

My heart didn't jump at a sly little wink!

My colour of choice is deep royal blue,

For luck could shine and keep us thick as glue.

Or so says the soothsayer outright,

Hence I believe it with all my might.

So you see, I don't care for a batting eyelash,

When I could burn your prince to white mountain ash.

Divya jha

4.1. 2013