ZOON,THE ECLIPSED MOON

A unique st'ry of loveth,

And a painful betrayal,

Mine own poem may giveth t justice,

Through mine own humble p'rtrayal,

The ripples in mine own restless mind,

Remindeth me of a timeth,

F'r the young,a myst'ry,

F'r the rest,it's hist'ry,

The mountains in the h'rizon,

Peeking through the clouds,

The protecteth'rs of the vale,

Majestic,beautiful,and tall,

Protective,in the fullest senseth,

F'r,whenev'r the Moguls did attack,

The mountains stoodeth firm,

The ancient f'rbidding walls;

The barri'rs in Kashmir's defence,

A people yond thy soldi'rs couldst not defeat

With all the battles yond w're combated,

Then,finally conqu'r'd by deceit,

O ,our lasteth emp'r'r,I salute thee,

Coequal m're,our queen,

Still resounding from peak to peak,

Is h'r s'rrow yond we haven't seen,

But hath heard in ev'ry couplet, composed,

The feelings of h'r broken heart,

Until t gaveth up and did fail,

Aft'r thee w're deceived,

By Akbar,who hadst thee jailed,

Akbar,the most wondrous apostate,

Und'r the pretext of a truce,

That gent did invite thee to his state,

And ,instead of making peace,

Thy imprisonment,he decreed,

Neith'r gentle 'r just,

This wast the charact'r of Akbar,

And this wast his cre'd,

A teen,still rememb'r'd by heart,

And hath passed on to the gen'ration next,

Or pres'rv'd on pap'r ,centuries fusty,

The sweet songs from bef're,

Nay,my queen,those moments shall nev'r returneth,

Thy soul shall still pineth,

And the king,restless,in his grave,

A life with thee,snatch'd hence,

Thy loveth,he shall at each moment crave,

Enchanting,kind,and quite quaint,

Thee wast fondly hath called the moon,

Kashmiris shall nev'r f'rget thee,

Qur belov'd queen,Habba Khatoon,

Neith'r shall we f'rget the treach'ry,

Of the Mogul,titl'd "Great",

This shall nev'r beest f'rgotten,

Hist'ry shall carryeth the weight.