It was not her mistake

For it was not her mistake that she was white

Neither was it his mistake that he was a black moor

But they loved each other

Loved each other like the sky loves the sea,

Like the dew drops love the leaves,

Like a bee loves the nectar……

Two bodies they were but one soul

If she was the breathe, he was the heart beating inside her

Soul mates they wanted to be for years and years

But a mere handkerchief became the reason of their demise….

 For the rapacious creature wanted to possess the white ewe

 He was the one who poisoned the Venetian moor’s mind

The moor believed every word of that man

And suspected his soul mate…..

Out of rage he went to the ewe’s bedchamber

And stabbed her to death

She wanted to say till the last moment that she was not to be blamed

But the moor did not listen to her

Yes she was dead but her innocent face wanted to tell

It was not her mistake……

Out of guilt the moor killed himself

For later he realized

It was not her mistake

And so they say love is dangerous

When you are in love you are blindfolded……..