top of page

The Rani's Voice

Noted Nest

By Ananya Dey


In the core of Varanasi

there was once a girl born.

So fierce and so brave, 

that she would be remembered years after her death.


Born to a warrior she was,

her heart made of brick,

mind of glass,

heart of steel.

So fierce and so brave

that she would be remembered years after her death.


God didn't bless and send her here,

motherless she became 

at the ripe of four,

bereaved she became

while she had to manage the throne.


She wasn't like the others,

cooking, cleaning and such tasks 

didn't interest her.

Instead shooting and fencing were at Manikarnika's heart.


With her dusky skin,

complementing her long black hair,

she rode the horses 

and used her sword to slain the white men.

So fierce and so brave 

that she would be remembered years after her death.


From Venaras to Jhansi, she went.

Having no idea that the fate of 'hat

state would soon be in her hands.


Unrocky, the surfaces of the mountains were,

when thunder striked the rocks

and everything came down, 

in pieces and blocks.

If 'ye thought it to be the end of the misfortunes

Ye are mistakened highly.

For the mountain had to face much more.


Such it was for the state of Jhansi,

who first lost her hair,

then it's king,

and then her last hope, the queen.


So fierce and so brave

that she would be remembered years after her death.


As hard as life and battlefields are,

it was twice as hard for her.

As life threw two rolling stones at her.

So fierce and so brave 

that she would be remembered years after her death.


She didn't look any less

than a lost child wandering at a fair, 

with no idea where she was 

or what she was doing there.


But as brave as she was,

she could probably defeat 

all the white men

without any fear.


So she did,

she took her horse and her sword

and went to fight 

and slain all the white men.


God didn't bless and send her here 

with jewels, wealth, beauty or ability.

Everything was acquired while

fighting in the battlefield.


While some chose to stay, some chose to flee,

She stayed and learnt

all the ways

of life and warfare.

And she rose from the small Manikarnika

To become the great Lakshmi Bai.


So fierce and so brave 

that she would be remembered years after her death.


So brave and so fierce, she was

yet life chose 

not to give her a second chance;

as she was fighting and struggling 

for breath but she died on the battlefield 

and laid as cold as stone

but still held her sword as if ready to cut like glass.

The powerful steel body lay there,

with blood gushing out 

and with none to disturb, she laid there for forever rest.


So fierce and so brave 

that she would be remembered years after her death.


By Ananya Dey






5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Moonlit

By Alia Gupta The moon shines bright.  As the daughter of Hecate herself, dreams of her beloved She rustles his gentle hair His heartbeat...

The Escape

By Alia Gupta It's all a haze; she sits down with grace, The world quiets down, Muffled voices, blurry all around The rhythm of her heart...

The Definition

By Alia Gupta She was thirteen. She didn't know what love was. She had heard about it. Might have seen it. So, she searched for it. But a...

Comentarios


bottom of page