Rakshashan
and his Consort
The
manner he won her over made a charming story at dinner
The
manner he had walked up to ask her be his was bold and sweet
The way
he walked over to Sri Vishvanatha Iyer and announced his marriage intent was
bold
The way the
family walked in for the bride seeing enchanting
The
namaskaram he demanded, the interview behind locked doors the Rukmini Ramana
was a prelude
A
compliant no nonsense maapillai he was, a demure tired bride she was
Held
captive in his room willing to nap and recoup
Adept he
was in charming her with little things apologising for hurting her in a dramatic
manner
Gritting
his teeth muttering under his breath at her ability to get lost
Protecting
her and comforting her like she were his first born
Envious
of her attention for others unwilling to share her with hers
She belonged
to him she was his alone unique and ravishing warrior of his
What her
needs are what will brighten her mood lighten her heart and widen her eyes he
knew
The
damsel he fell for at his sister's baby shower, The wife he won over after a
visit to the pool of nectar
His bright at times, nave at others, insecure
always mischief maker par excellance
II
forever, Rakshashi in his good mood, her at whose feet he'd lay the world
His
warrior Princess, Iyer wife, the weaver of charms in his life his charming
charmer
As they journey forth
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