A tribute to India’s regal past, told through verse.
India’s royal families have shaped centuries of heritage, valor, art, and cultural brilliance. Beyond battles and coronations, their lives carried emotion, philosophy, sacrifice, and love for the land. These poems capture the essence of that royal spirit — moments from palaces, battlefields, and inner chambers that defined India’s majestic legacy.
1. The Queen of Lamps
In marble halls where silence lay,
A queen lit lamps at break of day,
For every flame a vow she made—
Of courage no sword could ever fade.
Her anklets chimed like silver rain,
Yet in her eyes lived ancient pain,
A kingdom’s hope, a monarch’s grace,
Shone softly on her moonlit face.
2. The Warrior Prince
He carved his oath on shield and spear,
“To guard my people—far and near.”
Before the sun could climb the sky,
He learned that royals, too, must cry.
For every victory won in gold,
A thousand tales remained untold—
Of love he left, of dreams undone,
So duty’s war could still be won.
3. Palace Courtyard at Dawn
Peacocks danced where roses grew,
The sky draped itself in royal blue.
Princesses whispered ancient lore,
By fountains carved in days of yore.
Silk brushed the marble, soft and slow,
A kingdom woke in a gentle glow.
The palace breathed in timeless rhyme—
A living poem, untouched by time.
4. The Maharaja’s Lament
A throne of gold, a crown of fire—
Yet loneliness rose higher, higher.
In crowded courts, his heart would roam,
For freedom he had never known.
He ruled the land, the river, the sea,
But not his fate, nor destiny.
What is a king without his choice?
A silent echo without a voice.
5. The Princess Who Loved the Stars
She climbed the jharokha’s lattice height
To talk to stars in velvet night.
“Tell me,” she asked, “what lies afar?
Beyond the palace, what worlds there are?”
The stars replied in sparkling streams,
“You too are born of cosmic dreams.”
And so she wished, someday she’d be
A queen of realms she could not see.
6. The Fort That Never Slept
Cannon fire kissed the evening air,
Yet the fort stood tall in silent prayer.
Its ramparts whispered to the moon,
“A kingdom’s heart will heal soon.”
Within those walls of stone and sand,
Echoed the love of every hand—
That built, that bled, that dared to stand
For honour, soil, and motherland.
7. Legacy
Not jewels, not thrones, nor silken gold,
But stories brave and centuries old—
Are heirlooms true of royal line,
Passed down through time, divine, sublime.
For kingdoms fall and empires fade,
But heritage stays, unafraid.
In every tale of royal grace—
India finds its timeless place.
