*The Prince from Venice*

-(SNEHA CHAKRABORTY)

From the heavenly kingdom of Venice,

The rich landscape and skies pale.

My spirits and sweet silent thoughts to the prince;

And down I lay his descriptive tale.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and temperate.

Hast thou a face which is nature’s own hand-painted;

That shimmers richly like glittering golden pearl-shine.

Eyes so bright and smiling, as they sparkle and glimseth;

Gilding the objects whereupon they gazeth.

Stunning looks the palace embedded in emeralds and colorful hues,

And so doth thee amidst all like’st a heavenly star.

Strength, his body is where ‘tis hidden,

Along with a gentle , caring and loving heart;

That pumps blood similar to precious red rubies.

Thou tak’st thy favorite steed,

To ride in the greater realms of kingdom’s  grasslands.

A master-piece at sword-fighting;

The gleaming and polished sword of the scabbard.

As sunlight shines through the canopy of pines,

Thou gleam amidst all richness and sensations.

And thy sceptre and crown giveth thee,

Meekness like moon-shine and majesty like sun-shine.

 Thy image in the crystals of chandelier shines bright.

The heavy lustrous and glossy couture;

Makes him apeareth the ultimate stellar-born.

And the entire celestial colors and excellencies merges onto him.

As long as heavens breathe, or eyes can see;

So long lives this, and this giveth life to thee.

Pseudonym:- ‘Xene Eudoxia’