Samyukta

A cloud of dust billows up in air

As hooves of the horses beating the ground

A horse neighs with his head high

Echoing in the ears of the Princes

On horses, dressed in colourful robes

With a turban and sword

Marching to the Fort of Kannauj

A festive air cheers them all

And it’s the King Jaichand’s call

For his daughter’s swayamvaram

In a beautiful palace, where

The princes wait for their turn

Smitten Samyukta, sashays thro’ the door

Holding a garland in her arms

Lo! her eyes gleam at the statue

Stands tall near the door

Exuding confidence and chivalry

A surprise, indeed, for the eyes

Of those, who follow her so close

When her garland falls on

And Prithvi catches her up in arms

They fly thro’ the air like a storm

It’s about love born in eyes

And entrenched deep in heart

Which sweeps thro’ the hearts in history.