My Prince with the Diamond Ring
since I was a little girl,
the stories of which I saw n heard,
about the princess, prince and their whirl..
come n sit on his knees,
then take out that big diamond ring,
and ask me - "Will you marry me, please"?
got stronger and stronger,
and day by day it grew and grew,
with my wait becoming longer..
in all his pride and glory,
he was the son of a great king,
who, as yet, was not a part of my story.
and tears together,
and he said, he will love me,
forever and ever..
and days and night would pass,
we would lie and stare at the stars all high,
in the misty nights on the dew wet grass..
and my fascination about the diamond ring,
he said he would buy me many,
but not as my fantasized way.
you say oh prince my?
he said, the king, looks upto him,
with his hopes high.
King wants me to marry only a princess,
one who is tall and fair,
someone who would make him proud,
and is beautiful with long hair..
to understand the king demands,
'cause I always thought I was a princess in my own world,
and would never surrender to any commands.
how I was the one he loved for life,
he wanted me to be his wife,
for his son's future wife,
and asked the prince to make a choice,
between her or his father's life!
I have many many social obligations,
I cannot let your love hamper,
those age old perceptions..."
he bowed down in front of the highness,
he came and held my hand tight,
with eyes losing their brightness..
and hugged him tight to save the white lies,
we kissed good bye and promised to never see each other again,
and parted our ways to 'move on' but in vain..
with tears in eyes on lonely nights with past full of sigh,
I don't want the diamond, no nor do I want the ring,
I only wish, oh mighty lord, he my prince was not the son of a king...