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Her name was Anarkali, 
an eloquent carnival of legendary beauty.
a dancer in the court of Emperor Akbar.
Deep russet rouge blushed her red,
a silky smile on her rosy peach cheeks 
rich, sensual and seductive...
With the sweet scent of jasmine, and 
festal moonlight of crystal starred sky,
the damsel danced her way to Salim's heart.
A charmed Prince reverberated in her dreams 
in  rhythm of a daisy swaying in his breeze.  
Entranced in her  emollient ecstasy 
Captured in the cage of her beautiful eyes.
Love blossomed like a dazzling wildfire.

But a sinister callous world, was eager to kill.
Passion handcuffed by shackled royal ego,  
Anarkali was sentenced to be entombed alive.
Behind a wall of stones and prison bars,
Blood still throbbed her myriad unseen scars.

As vibrant colors of a sunset blurred,
An enslaved moth danced to flames of death.
As chimes of Ghungroo* muffled in mutenes,
An enslaved soul emancipated in darkness.

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Anarkali in Urdu means Pomegranate blossoms 
*Ghungroo is an ornament of bells worn as anklets by dancers.

The love story of Prince Salim ( Mughal Emperor Jahangir) and Anarkali is legendary.
 Anarkali, also known as Nadira Begum, was a courtesan from Lahore in modern-day Pakistan. According to one of the stories, Anarkali had a relationship with the Crown Prince Jahangir and the Mughal Emperor Akbar had her enclosed in a wall where she died. 

4th July 2019
Sponsor	John Hamilton
Contest Name : Slave to love

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