This poem is inspired by the concept of Vishkanya (poison maidens) used by Chanakya during the Maurya Empire to kill enemies. The girls were selected and raised away from the families. They were subjected to small amounts of poison for years, and soon over time they developed strong immunity towards them. Their body fluids were filled with poison, hence kissing this girl leads to death as they are filled with poison. This tactic were used by Kings to get rid of their enemies.
Poison
The baby's cry woke him up,
Holding her tight, he walked the trail.
Born under the cursed white star,
Her scalp prickly like the writings in brail.
The king was waiting, in the massive hall,
With a cold heart, the plan was made.
The jewel in his hand, would soon be trained,
Lips red as a bud, eyes dark as jade.
Years were passing, she was raised well,
The poison was injected, tenderly a day.
Every minute that passed, she bore the pain,
One fine morning, the pain died away.
So she was ready, saw the King,
Years of hard work, now shall pay.
She was to be a poisonous maid,
All set to destroy, kill and fray.
The enemy's kingdom was a mountain away,
Along with others, she reached his land.
Slender in white, she danced with grace,
She moved fast, time was passing like sand.
The enemy watched the vision in white,
He asked her to follow as he made his way.
She did what she was taught to do,
Enemy now struck, foaming as he lay.
She escaped before the light of dawn,
In due time she reached her King.
He watched her, glistening with pride,
Her task completed, she was gifted his ring.
This is her fate, she is the poison maid,
Peacefully she drank, to her heart's fill.
She now lay awake, waiting for her King,
In time she is told, who is her next kill.
- Tanvi Karnik
Poison
The baby's cry woke him up,
Holding her tight, he walked the trail.
Born under the cursed white star,
Her scalp prickly like the writings in brail.
The king was waiting, in the massive hall,
With a cold heart, the plan was made.
The jewel in his hand, would soon be trained,
Lips red as a bud, eyes dark as jade.
Years were passing, she was raised well,
The poison was injected, tenderly a day.
Every minute that passed, she bore the pain,
One fine morning, the pain died away.
So she was ready, saw the King,
Years of hard work, now shall pay.
She was to be a poisonous maid,
All set to destroy, kill and fray.
The enemy's kingdom was a mountain away,
Along with others, she reached his land.
Slender in white, she danced with grace,
She moved fast, time was passing like sand.
The enemy watched the vision in white,
He asked her to follow as he made his way.
She did what she was taught to do,
Enemy now struck, foaming as he lay.
She escaped before the light of dawn,
In due time she reached her King.
He watched her, glistening with pride,
Her task completed, she was gifted his ring.
This is her fate, she is the poison maid,
Peacefully she drank, to her heart's fill.
She now lay awake, waiting for her King,
In time she is told, who is her next kill.
- Tanvi Karnik
she was the Kings best maid,
ReplyDeleteand against him she would'nt persuade,
she beleaved him like her God,
and would do any thing by just at his nod,
around his wishes her life had whirled,
she never knew wat would it be like, in the real world.
hypnotizing dark sea blue eyes and her long black shining hair,
was a perfect blend with her wear,
And best of all, was the beauty spot over her lips,
which made all the men crave to get into her grips,
but her kiss of death was not know to all,
"she is better than my Knights " in the gathering the king would always say,
and y wouldn't he, after all she had kissed all his enemies to turn them grey,
praises by many,
still would never keep her happy for even a penny,
was always glad that, to her God she was of some use,
but was never glad enough to set her loose,
deep within, she would fell confine,
but would'nt care that it felt as if she had a missing spine,
Out in open, in the woods of mid west,
she is back again on a another quest,
on her dark way of the jungle, all alone and on her own,
feared nothing in the her game she played,
it was well passed the dusk, needed a shelter too stay,
found a small village just on a way,
she was welcomed by the villagers as they were happy to see a new pretty face,
but none of them knew about her kiss of death which could kill an army's race.
Soon it was morning again,
she got up by the soft music, which was being played,
she dint know y, but for the first time she got up with a smile,
"there is some thing special about this village" she said to her self
amazed when she was out,
the village in the middle of green woods was dressed in white and red,
when she asked wat is this celebration about,
a lady of her age, came up to her to say,
"its the day we love ours loves, and show how much important their presence play "
if u truly love some one, then its just a kiss wat u need to say how much u care, how much u love, "
it was the day to celebrate love, to celebrate life
all the women in the arms of their men,
hugging and kissing each other every now and then,
their kisses even painted the air in red,
it was just happiness around wat she could see
for the first time she felt so loose,
every one insisted but she said she couldn't stay,
back again she's heading midwest, just for her kings quest,
on her way, thinking about the lady's say,
couldn't get over about wat she felt,
for the first time face to face, was she and love,,
it was from here where even she wanted to be be truly loved,
she wanted to be kissed by some one special to her.
every thing started looking new ,
she never realized that life could be even so beautiful,
admiring the nature, while she was now on her way
felt that it was a rebirth for her today,
giggling and smiling, and thinking about the kiss of love which might soon be on its way,
imaging about how would it feel to be in his arms, night and day.
on her mind she had a new thing to play, back in the woods she had lost her way,
realizing that she was lost, it was the quest back again on her mind
the old world she was in again, with the picture of her new world destroyed before she could find,
her mind went blank, as if in a moment she was in space,
and realized that she can have a kiss of love only at a cost of her lovers death,
the kiss of death which was a boon she felt, now looks like its a curse to her
she just broke down in tears, and thousands of questions rushing in her mind
"will i ever be loved"
was wat she said
:O y dont u make ur own blog n write... its nice :)) nice attachment to my poem! :))
ReplyDeletehhmmmm, even i was in two minds to put that as a comment, sorry about that, im felling as if i had a party at some one else place and made a big mess out there .....
ReplyDeletewhen i started writing i really did not know it would trun out to be so big, u can take it off if u wish
wel no prob. :) glad u read n put ur own input... :) thank u.
ReplyDeleteNa !!! thank u for choosing such a nice theme, one can have so many series out of it, some thing similar to game of thrones and merlin....
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