Pemberley

Oh Pemberley! Oh Pemberley!

You’re so high! could reach

the sky,

You’re so wide! hold the cascade behind.

She looked for you, for a while.

Blooms her core,

The spring cuddles filled with

the scent of dreams.

The great fountain driblets on

her cheeks,

Soothing and revitalizing it is.

Skyscraping and handsome were the rooms,

The Veiled Vestal Virgin

swaddling the gap,

Of pride and prejudice with mesmerizing nap.

Oh!! “I might have been mistress!” of grace.

The bust of Fitzwilliam Darcy, stabbed her core,

Residing at Chatsworth hub.

“Oh, if I find that path, am I able to laugh?”

Her two cheeks are telling so,

Falls for pride,

And she left behind.

Monobina Nath

(Courtesy: Ode To A Poetess, www.odetoapoetess.com)