I raced in search of the fair, fair
maiden,
afar , as had many of my brethren.
Alongside me were other noble knights
on their own dark and treacherous
flights.
But alas! Fast as we were on this path,
her brother struck many aside in wrath.
He cast a veil on her, yet I triumphed.
Missing him by inches, I then skirted
around him and with a burst of speed,
reached her. She was beautiful indeed,
Yet, so close, her face was riddles
with pores.
As though aware of my discovery,
she pushed me away, I fell with the
very
speed I came , staggering with the
impact.
I fell through a glass pane, still
quite intact,
right into a dark abyss. From my hole,
I could still see her, scorning every
soul.
As I watched, her veil was slowly
lifted
and many knights who followed, were
gifted
with that momentary glimpse. It was
then
that it hit me, she was pretty only
when
we knights told her story to everyone,
not when we crowded over her. At once,
I whispered it to the screen at the end
of Sowmya's hole before my journey's end.
Signed, the enduring and the Red
Photon,
just before passing into oblivion.
Nice sowmya! A unique kind of personification!
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