“The day when you’ve grown up,
a woman from a bud,
we’ll marry thee a prince”
the mother said like a stud.
“What if I don’t want one?”
The daughter asked now lost.
“Want thee the king,
now that’s an ambitious thought.”
“What if I love the Court Jester,
a smart, a wit, a funny,
and he love me back
with a hat that hides a bunny?”
“Then you’ll be mercy to a ruler,
in a home in winters chilled
and the day he be offended,
he’ll have your husband killed,
and your sons shall mourn for one,
and forget the loss on four,
by ten they’ll be angry,
and ask “mother, could you have married more”.
“And if I marry a king,
and I be the queen,
and I be one in hundred,
rarely on Tuesdays seen.
The king shall have no time,
and all I’ll have is gold,
and when the king be dead in battle,
I with it will be sold.
Consider the tales oh mother,
the queens are always the worst;
they have all gold and maids,
but for love it surely hurts.
I do not carve the gold
which equals me in my weights,
but all I’ll have is the person,
and his nights and half his days.”
– Saransh Gupta (Words of Wonder)
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