Cleopatra was the queen of Egypt ;
Cleopatra was the queen of
beauty.
She came to the throne at her
eighteen
The first century BC
witnessed it.
To get back her Egypt
from her brother,
She sought the hand of Julius
Caesar,
The mighty one Rome had ever seen,
And set to sell her asset of
beauty.
While in exile, she was able
to reach
Caesar when he chanced to
visit Egypt ,
By getting her smuggled in to
his room,
Rolled up in a carpet sent as
a gift
Cleopatra emerging from the
roll,
Caesar was stunned and fell
for her in love.
He made her queen of Egypt
in no time
And made her his consort with
all respects.
Bound by her charm, grace and
wit together,
Caesar clued to her and bore
her a son.
He brought her home to be
adored by Rome .
They led a life, each proud
of the other.
The rise of Caesar was the
cause of his fall.
His rise in power and love
for Egypt
Were good enough for his
conspirators
To rise and annihilate him
unaware.
Cleopatra with her son fled
to Egypt
And Mark Antony succeeded the
throne.
No wonder, her beauty
arrested him.
No wonder, his valour imprisoned
her.
.The Rome emperor and the Egyptian queen
Loved, like of which no pair
ever did.
The spring sprang, love
spurted, and the passion flowed.
She was all and she was the
world for him.
He took to Egypt and slept with the queen.
His rivals from Rome used his weakness
And invaded the Egyptian sea.
War broke; Antony woke and fought but lost.
The majestic queen became the
captive.
False news spread that she
was killed. Shocked,
She sought to burry him with
state honour.
She heard she would be taken
to Rome ,
To be chained and drawn in Rome she adorned.
Romans took care that she
killed not herself
And so kept her ss safe
amidst water.
She had serpents brought in
the fruit basket
And had them sting her to
join her lover.
She loved Caesar and lived a
royal wife.
She loved Antony and lived a loyal wife.
A woman can love as much in
succession.
Widowhood is not an
impediment
And the land after the
harvest is not waste.
Cleopatra is a perfect
example.
‘Age cannot wither her, not custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies.’ Shakespeare
0104.2008

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