Smiling beautifully she stood at the edge,dancing along the wind..
And the monk stood, mesmerized..
His eyes held admiration for the beauty,as he watched her dance and sing..
But soon he woke up and turned around,to leave..
The beauty unaware of the monk,walked back to her home,with a satisfaction that she had learned a new move..
That place was her daily visiting place..
And quitely the monk began waiting each day for her to arrive,to dance and sing..
But one day she did not..
What happened,the monk wondered and waited..
As she did not, he walked down the mountain..
To see,what happened to her..
And there he found,she was not a dancer he thought her to be..
She was actually a princess..
And her kingdom was in war..
War with the kingdom whose prince he once was..
He laughed at the irony of fate..
One day he had left the kingdom,tired of these infighting and wicked tricks..
To see life,he had choosen to live as a hermit..
But love again pulled him there..
Where he should be..
As he smiled he walked back,towards the home he had left..
As the tear drops of longing danced..
As the heart ached..
He wished to stop this fight forever once and all..
Then may be she would be able to sing and dance freely atleast..
