There once lived a beautiful princess named Savarati Her sweet strong charm was the hit at every party She was enchanting like an angel with wings on her shoulders But this borne a complex becoming uglier as she grew older And very soon Savarati would learn her lesson but not nicely
The beauty of Savarati was true for everyone she met People were dumbfounded in her appeal they would not forget Her splendor spawned their devotion to her to always be dear This made Savarati’s arrogance develop through the years Even though she was stunning, she felt she was humanity’s present
One day, the daughter of the noble family went to a genie She said to him, “I wish to live forever so my beauty won’t leave me” As her wish was granted, she thought this was what she wanted However as time went on, this would leave her very disappointed The things around her as she knew them would change quite greatly
It began with her deeply beloved son who passed away He was no more, as were all the trees and flowers that started to decay Soon everyone she cared for were gone and things became of no value to her Now that she had such durability, what was the point in doing the things she preferred? Savarati wondered this to herself as she cried for another day
She then went back to the spirit and demanded him to fix this Savarati’s mortality came back but not happy with her still deceased family, she let out a hiss But the genie told her that there was nothing he could do to revert her loved ones Knowing this would be the end of it, the princess understood only darkness would come She laid that night with her photo of her family haunting her hopes giving it one last kiss
That night with no one by her side, Savarati died of heartache But she realized one important thing before she did not wake That is the truth of having an enjoyable life is not how long you live Instead, it is how you display yourself to others and what you give Because living is not about how many breaths you take, but what of it you make
I wrote this poem when I was 14 years old. If you brought my second book, “In The Eye of The Family,” then this poem will look familiar to you. Those who know, will know. Just a reminder that I’m a self-published author as well.