My Treasured Queen

She was not accepted at home

But she was my treasure

The colour that distanced her from the people she loved,

That colour was my favourite.

The charcoal colour

God’s best creation is my favourite colour.

When her kajal-encrusted eyes gazed at me with a longing gaze,

I thought the most beautiful princess in the world stood before me,

And I am her prince charming.

It was very nice to dream

So the distance of dreams was never measured,

But one day I measured the distance correctly

The day I saw the world playing with colours,

I understood that day

People deceive themselves by the lure of colour.

All relatives and friends raised questions

But could not convince anyone,

The beauty of stars without darkness is useless.

It never rains unless there are dark clouds in the sky.

I couldn’t convince anyone.

When people fail to cover their tears in the light of day

The darkness of the night covers the tears in silence.

That day I failed to explain all

That very day she quietly moved away.

I wanted to get lost somewhere with her.

She wanted respect.

I still dream about her

her smile,

And for no reason she used to keep talking,

That Rings in my ears again and again.

That look in her eyes,

And her innocent touches,

Are the companion of my loneliness

I was not lucky enough to be her king

But to me she is still my queen