Orderly’s son

vikas chandra

Cantonment brags of many a raving war
Not those battled out, to be lost or won
But trysts of hearts, cupid’s darts galore
Alas, cherished one, of the orderly’s son

Colonel’s girl, Pearl, was the moon that shone
With a million candles’ sheen, to shy the sun
Afar doubt, “an adored angel”, written in stone
Coyly craved, deified, by lad on the run, orderly’s son

Orderly, so pious, to his lord, Colonel Brown
Slighted day-to-day, yet his fawning, second to none
Running errands, with son, Ben, through the town
Two sorry souls, lost forever, their fates underdone

How spring had strewn, blushes of passion in air
Ben had a heart, but no nerve, to tell, “I am done!
With this ache, unbearable to make, myself bear
Would love hold well, for a colonel’s girl and an orderly’s son?”

Pearl had a penchant for fantastic pipedreams
Men meant to her stunning…

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