Maharani Ma Zen Ton

The Maharani’s carriage has long passed Dark night is approaching fast The indigo sky has a full moon The stars make a way to heaven Streets wet as the rain drops Flowers asleep with heads bowed Maharani turns toward the moon The chilling beauty softly croons And every being out at night Hurry home to its warm light Maharani steps down on the path Gently caressing the marble bird bath And towards the palace she moves Leaving behind the sound of retreating hooves By- Tahera Moiz Mannan Inspired by my poem ‘Dawn of Hope’ for Nikko’s contest