Wednesday, July 7, 2010

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……..


  1. its interesting yar........infact the photo u have added is the ultimate thing to understand the poem:0)

  2. nice........

  3. First of all your attempt is creepy...and seconding, I would not mind if the man who troubled me throughout my academic life, made a straight dive from heaven and starts narrating this poem. Honestly, this was far better. I am tweeting your link and buzzing it as well, so that people get the see it.


  4. This poem reminds me of some film!!! good work..

  5. beautifully written...n d pic enhances it a lot... :)

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