It’s a ball of people, yet he is alone
for his eyes search, for the face he’s known
Her sight passes by him, without a stir
His, fixate on her in the crowd brim
He moves towards her, without haste or hesitation
He’s waited far too long, now is the time for his
redemption
For if patience is the punishment of love, then he’s been
crucified thrice
if he is to grieve, he’d rather grieve loss than flight
A noble reaches her before him,
kisses her hands he
the music plays on, he sees them dance
His unworthy hands unsure of drawing her close to him
He waits for her, as he always has
since the day she looked into his eyes
Her beauty holds him till day
Him, the next day she did not recognize
The craven let her go at the end of the tune
for he never knew, to hold such royalty in his arms
He, fastened his steps again
and reached to take the damsel’s hands
‘Could I have this last dance with you?’
his voice soft and firm
She said not a word but touched his shoulder
and followed the step he took her on
If she saw love in his eyes, she did not say
her’s, spoke odysseys to him
He knew, his love could not steal her away in this life
He touched her lips, agreeing to wait till another
Vishal Gupta
June 17th, 2013
