The White Mughals

The whole kingdom was waiting for the golden moment.

The queen was expecting a child.

The Emperor sat anxious, praying for his heir………………

On that bright morning, she was born

Much to the disgust of the Emperor. He sat forlorn,

With his head downcast,

Was there no one to rule his kingdom by caste?

He barely looked at his daughter’s face

And not even at the mother. The queen was unconscious

In her pain, but not in her fate

Tears rolled down from her eyes

When her glances met that of her child.

The baby was cute, her face was radiant

She had features that would make any parent feel triumphant;

But not her father

Who was rather disgusted with the queen and left her side

Whilst all this, the queen did dutifully abide

Her Royal Husband, His Highness

Even though she had fallen from his grace

Still she adorned herself daily, with the choicest of garments,

Ornaments, lauded with precious stones and jewels,

His favorite scent, his favorite flower on her wetted hair;

To seek his attention, she did what

She did what not……….

But alas! The King, he forgot

That once upon a time he had a charisma towards his first consort……………..

He was free to marry as many times as he chose

He loved many, he loved none

He wedded princesses one after the other

It was definitely not a happy family, together, forever!

The new queens and their sons, plotted continuously

To get the throne

The princess, however always remained behind her veil.

She had no say in the stately matters

And was always compelled to remain in the women quarters.

Slowly and steadily, she grew up to become a breathtaking beauty

At the same time, lovely and pretty…….

The queen took great pride in the princess

Who was cheerful even at the time of distress

Her dainty feet never announced her presence at the fort

But her voice did.

Her songs, happy or tragic

Captured a great set of audience.

One day as she was sitting alone by the pond

Someone stopped by to hear her singing.

He looked on, amazed

While she sat gazing him behind her shroud

Tall and handsome that he was

She had seen many like him before

But none of them had ever stolen her heart………….

She tried, with all her might

But could not stop thinking about him, day or night

Same was the case in the opposite side

Even though both of them knew the end of their story would be tragic

They secretly hoped for a magic

A magic, which would change their lives forever

Then they could stay forever, happily and ever after………….

But alas, some dreams do never come true……

In the quest for supremacy

Her love was seized by her own brother

Who ruthlessly killed her lover

Her heart was ripped apart

“How could he do this to me?

My brother, my own brother?”

She realized her destiny

Was not all glittery as it looked to be

The thirst for power had surpassed all blood relations

Human beings killing God’s own creations!!!!

Her kohl rimmed eyes

No longer held the same gaze,

Her soul had been wrenched

Drenched, in blood

Her identity was lost amidst the crowd

She was now just a face of the Harem, as she used to be

She was a Mughal. A White Mughal.