Queen

In Boyareddygari’s lands, a princess fair,
Innocence her crown, a loving, gentle air.
Her father, the king, with heart both strong and kind,
His kingdom’s burdens, ever on his mind.

He toiled and cared, his duty never done,
Providing for all, from rising to setting sun.
His queen, a pillar, by his side she stood,
Supporting his reign, for the kingdom’s good.

Open were their doors, to every plea and plight,
Seeking aid and comfort, morning, noon, and night.
The princess watched, with wonder in her eyes,
As people came, with hopes and with their cries.

But shadows fell, the king’s time came to end,
And Boyareddygari’s strength, began to bend.
Some faltered then, their leader lost from sight,
While others rose, with courage shining bright.

They followed paths, the king had paved with care,
His wisdom guiding them, his spirit in the air.
With skills he’d taught, and his good name held high,
They found their footing, beneath a mournful sky.

The princess saw, with pride and bittersweet grace,
Her father’s legacy, living on in their embrace.
Though grief remained, a comfort she did find,
His helping hand, still aiding those behind.

Then fate entwined, her life with Jogi’s heir,
A prince so grand, beyond all compare.
Married they were, a union blessed and bright,
She, now a princess, of Jogi’s noble light.

Across the seas they sailed, to a distant land,
Where dreams took root, upon the golden sand.
Together they built, with love and with their might,
A kingdom new, where they ruled, just and right.

The king and queen of RP, their legacy unfurled,
A testament to kindness, in this ever-changing world.
Yet times had changed, a shift in human ways,
Where “help” was measured, in calculated praise.

Some sought her aid, with motives less than pure,
Seeking advantage, her kindness to secure.
Others misconstrued, her offers freely given,
As if insistence, their independence driven.

The queen observed, with wisdom in her gaze,
The fading virtue, in these modern days.
But still she gave, with spirit strong and true,
For in her heart, compassion brightly grew.

Yesterday a princess, today a reigning queen,
Tomorrow Rajmata, a guiding light serene.
Through changing titles, her purpose stays the same,
To lend a hand, to whisper her father’s name.

Beyond her time, her legacy will live,
In hearts she touched, the strength she helped to give.
For kindness flows, a river ever strong,
And echoes on, in deeds and in song.

This princess, queen, this Rajmata to be,
Is Praveena, her spirit forever free.
With open heart, she walks through life’s long mile,
A princess still, with a compassionate smile.

“Always the giving hand, not the taking hand.”
The lesson learned, in her father’s loving land.
With open heart, she walks through life’s long mile,
A princess still, with a compassionate smile.