Ashoka Sees Devi for the First Time

Ashoka Sees Devi for the First Time

He fell in love with Devi in a blink,

A fraction of an ancient second.  She

Was far too beautiful.  Who would re-think

His chest throb’s pang?  The prince could not be free

Of her (or love) again, no never, no.

He did not ponder for a moment more

Than lightning lashes through a cloud the blow

She struck.  The rains of love began to pour

Inside his monsoon chest.  They washed away

Mere doubt, if any there had been.  The rinse

Was total.  He did not have time to say,

“Will beauty come from her?  Will lovely prince

And princess come from there below her heart?”

Ashoka felt a single flashing smart.