These poems were a part of an unfinished series, they are fantasy in nature, so I decided to post them here.
This is the first of the only four parts
Rime of the Emerald Isles
1-Prologue
Malta->
Have you heard grandma?
Rogon is the man I'm going to marry,
I was expecting a golden mango but
I have to settle for an ordinary berry.
I believe Rogon's a kind man
But he's not the prince I dreamed of
The prince with a sunrise smile and
Greets with a gentlemanly doff.
Most expressive eyelashes, under which
Eyes of pure emerald green,
Toweringly built, oozing of courage but
Not a spot of arrogance or mean.
Malta's Grandmother->
Why don't you understand Malta?
A clear heart and a comforting grin
Is much more valuable than a
polished face and gleaming skin.
Malta->
Maybe the build and beauty of a man
Didn't matter in your time,
Nowadays, we consider no less
than the prime-st of the prime.
Malta's Grandmother->
You are so innocent Malta!
So, let me tell you a tale
For the scrolls of the story,
Rusty bookshelves I shall bail.
Once upon a time, set in
The Emerald Islands of our own,
Seeds of crimson wars and
Discovery of true love, were sown.
~Ajay
March 2017
