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Narrative Poetry: Shaynani and the Rich Man's Daughter

Updated on May 03, 2016

Glamour and beauty

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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

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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.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 13 months 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...

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      manatita44 13 months 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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      Rudy Lopez 13 months ago from Dallas

      I like this one. It was bautiful.

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      Venkatachari M 13 months 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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      Frank Atanacio 13 months ago from Shelton

      a very good presentation show casing these wonderful words

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      manatita44 13 months 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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      Bill Holland 13 months 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 13 months ago from london

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

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      Marlene Bertrand 13 months ago from Northern California, 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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      sujaya venkatesh 13 months ago

      as charming as love

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      manatita44 13 months 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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      Surabhi Kaura 13 months 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 13 months 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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      Deb Hirt 13 months ago from Stillwater, OK

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

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      manatita44 13 months ago from london

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

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      Shauna L Bowling 13 months 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 13 months 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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