JODHA prays in a chamber
JODHA
O' Krishna, I throw myself at your feet,
Free me from the pain of seperation,
Seperation from my sun, strong and sweet
For whom there is no worldly compensation
NOOR
I might have overheard your prayers
But lord almighty has heard our songs,
As his majesty shows his heart's layers
For Salim is to be brought where he belongs
JODHA
Is this a joke? Are your words true,
Finally, I'll see my son again,
Be blessed the king, be blessed you,
Dead flowers will revive, deserts will rain
Make all the sweets that bakers know
And feed it to those who are starving,
Immortalise this homecoming, let the joy grow
In ballads, in poems, on stone carvings
Sadly, the queen will never be able to see her son again, because this is where this 'Shades of Red' series stops, unfortunately (or fortunately) thank you for all those who read this despite the estimation of its unsatisfactory end.
One last thing, if you have noticed,
The first letters of each dialogue part, that is,
Old Jallal ud-din Muhammad Akbar am I,
Well, ask like you ask, not demand,
Almighty has blessed o' king o' kings
Ivory pearls or sandal to smear
Nay fear me dears- come along,
Guess 'tis truly the future king
Lord almighty- I bring you this,
Youu stand here with your arms tied,
No losses yet to be recorded
Spells out Owain Glyn,
Though the series is incomplete, this dedication is with a full heart, thank you OwainGlyn for supporting me from the beginning till now
~Ajay
April-May 2017
