The Prince Of Night
Poem By koyel mitra
The Prince of Night is in love with the Morning Princess,
The Princess is stupefying with golden jewellery to her dress;
She is fair and cheerful,
The Prince is dark and mournful.
The Prince though tall and handsome,
is always doleful and glum;
The Princess is full of vivacity,
She is full of vitality.
Every night the Prince waits for her in despair,
She refuses to come in a proud air;
She appears every morning with a dazzling brilliance,
The Prince fears her extraordinary radiance.
So every morning he flees,
Behind a dark house with a stolen look he sees;
One day the Princess catches him and says'Why are you feeling low?
It's your seeds of love that now I am going to sow! '