He

He waited not for me

At the banks of the river,

He brought not for me

Garlands of scented flowers.

He spoke not to me

Of things great and small;

He brought with him

a great palanquin

Studded with gems;

He promised to make me

the Queen of his heart.

Will you please go tell him

I am no Queen?

that I have mud on my feet

and my clothes are torn ?

I have to go pick mangoes

with Kishan today ;

Will you go and tell him,

that I am no queen?

Reviews

[Jvl narasimharao]

This is really a down to earth poem.The picturisation is great.I am sorry I missed a lot of your elegant poetry.
yoursJVL

[Agni Barathi]

The poem reflects a unique kind of pride, that comes only with the extremely humble. For it is only the willingly poor, who can brush aside riches.

[Ruth]

Beautiful love! The imagery here is stunning! A humble piece it seems too :) xx

[Priyanka Natesh]

Great one!There's a whole story in the poem.Loved it :)

[Lively]

Good. It has a great flow. You must write lyrics.

[Sujash I. Purna]

this one is extraordinarily etched! I found an interesting smell of self-denial of love.

[sushi]

Awesome.... I believe the kishan here is the kishan of radha...

Great imagination...But im stunned to see no review for this write...