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Narrative Poetry: Shaynani and the Rich Man's Daughter

Updated on May 3, 2016
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Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

Glamour and beauty


Shaynani’s heart tossed, turned, quivered and pulsated rapidly,

Into the late hours of the night.

He’d not seen such beauty, allure … enticement …

And his body burned with desire.

Now lying on his bed some eight hours later,

Shaynani’s memory drifted to some of the pinnacle of beauties:

Helen of Troy; Queen Nefertiti; Cleopatra …

He embraced feelings, such as he’d not felt before, and his heart sank.

She was never going to be his woman, was she?

He, a mere servant in a rich man’s house,

With high school perhaps his greatest achievement.

Why would the boss’s youngest and most adorable daughter,

Take a second look at this working class man?

Filled with the glamour of youth,

Azure blue eyes and stately gait,

Sooltana had a commanding appearance.

She knew how to walk and dazzle,

And Shayani fell victim to her charms and wiles.

Shaynani burnt with passion,

Finding it difficult to quell his now tormented mind,

As waves of desire scorched his gentle frame.

Somehow, amidst the splinters

Of his broken heart and exhaustive cravings,

Shaynani fell asleep in the twilight hours of the dawn.

Queen Nefertiti


That morning, Shaynani had a visitation from a most effulgent Being.

From within the portals of another realm,

She reached out and touched him,

As his body went into a peak of ecstatic states.

He felt an unutterable Love and Joy unprecedented,

Sending him into a drunken stupor,

And he blissed out in ambrosial Delight.

He began to remember his lusts; his mundane desires …

As one by one they slowly faded into non-existence,

And the goddess smiled and slowly diminished from his dream…

When Shaynani’s mother came to his bedside that morning,

She saw a most illustrious glow on her son’s face,

As the desires of the previous evening,

Had all dissipated from his Heart.

Ramona bowed in Gratitude,

That the merits of her life of prayer, had taken root.

Glamour and beauty

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      I wrote the Flash Fiction, Shauna, then I used the same material for the Narrative Poetry. They are two different Hubs. Having said that, sometimes our work or comments here, do get lost or turn up a couple of days late. I have found this to be true. My love to you as always. Much Peace.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      I could have sworn I've read and commented on this. Could it have been a dream?

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Hi Deb. That's great! Thank you so much!

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I could visualize everything as it unfolded. It was a beautiful story!

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      I like that, O Poetess:

      "simplicity coupled with sweetness is the doctrine of beauty." -Surabhi.

      My Gratitude and Love, always ...Om Shanti!

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      Surabhi Kaura 2 years ago

      Manatita, this was indeed a beautiful poetic version that you have matched with your flash fiction. In fact, it was very graceful. To me, simplicity coupled with sweetness is the doctrine of beauty. Om Shanti.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Thank you, Marlene. You're so gracious and generous in your contributions. My love rather than thanks to you. Hoping and praying that all is well. Have a great weekend!

      Sujaya, I thank you for this succinct yet sweet comment. Higher blessings. Hari om!

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      sujaya venkatesh 2 years ago

      as charming as love

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      Marlene Bertrand 2 years ago from USA

      In his dreams, Shaynani seems like such a torched soul. Thank goodness for the love and prayers of his mother. I enjoyed this poem a lot. It matches well with the flash fiction version which is told as well as the poem. Beautifully written.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Great book, Siddharta. Awesome story! Thank you so much, Bill.

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      The message reminds me, for whatever reason, of Siddhartha.....lust to enlightenment...excess to true sight. As always, beautiful.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      PoetwoPoem, A very charming sentiment. Thank you so much!

      Venkatachari M, I like how you describe this. Great! Much Love.

      Frank, Thank you, Thank you so much. Truly appreciate this.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      a very good presentation show casing these wonderful words

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      Venkatachari M 2 years ago from Hyderabad, India

      Beautiful description of the lust and desire culminating into the spiritual enlightenment. Great presentation with beautiful images.

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      Rudy Lopez 2 years ago from Dallas

      I like this one. It was bautiful.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Thank you, Ruby. I believe that you may have seen it as Flash Fiction. This is the poetic version. My appreciation to you and for your valued comment. Much Love.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I loved this tale of desire and a mother's prayer had taken root. This is so typical of a young man's dreams. Beautifully expressed poetry...