The Bride Of Hampton Court

Nobody knows how, when, and where,
An impulsive ogle twinkles over a dear
And balmy words get an ear.
Sometimes honeyed letters are written to them,
Sometimes a fray awaits for them,
Sometimes a docile betrothal is allotted for them.
The fair bride enters the Hampton court,
Her heart and body trembling with fears and vibrating with hope,
Nobody knows the red carpet lying on floor
Gets its blow from blood or lustrous door,
The walls of palace are the annals of ancient tales,
Who can bear to hear the fret and wails.
From where comes the wind that ambrosial boon,
Which turns itself in the closed walls of court into scruffy tune.
The zone has layers of secrecy, intrigues and plots,
That changes the heart of kings and queens’ lots.
The Bride has bribe of affable gestures from admirers,
It changes her heart and she is dauntless for telling lies.
The shameful acts,who knows the facts,the feline amenities deserve the sword of justice,
The shower of love is now acidic, spiteful sandwiched with malice.

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