Aurora and Tithonus...

Aurora, the goddess of dawn,
Was usual on the run
From the east to the west
Time was not there for her to waste...

She had to move from one end to another
Cutting through the dense,foggy ether...
To make the Time move bit by bit
She simply couldn't afford  to sit
So she ran, her chariot shot
Across the sky, darkness she fought,
While she was  busy bringing the dawn
Tithonus of Troy, found in her,a lovely morn...
He looked at her chariot by horses bound
Left mesmerized, cause in her he found-
The lady who could bring in hopes and joys
The lady who broke his heart's shop of toys...
So he stood under the blazing sun
Gazing at her, hoping a gaze in return...

Aurora, was also feeling tired
Fighting darkness, kind of mired
Tithonus, she found, suddenly on her way
Standing steadfast, seeking her heart he did pray...
Aurora now was in a serious fix
'How could divinity with mortality mix?'
She thought she would simply avoid
Keeping her heart still lonely and void
Of love or passions which could spell the doom
Time and duty left her little room
To fall in love, to be braced
By passions unholy-a mortal disgrace!
But how could she throw away
Tithonus of Troy, blocked her way...
Then she looked at his eyes so blue
Found love in him, plebeian, but true...
She knew she was getting soft and uneasy
A mere mortal, making her dizzy...

Perhaps, within her, there was always a desire
To be burnt once, by that unholy fire...
She knew she was giving in to a state
But never she so lovely masculine eyes met...
She stopped her chariot, asked him aboard
Together then they blazed the heavenly road...
They spent together a few days fine
They lived together in the cloudy state nine...

But Aurora was a goddess, so her youth forever stayed
And Tithonus, being mortal,his age, youth betrayed...
After few years, Aurora was dismayed
By age of Tithonus, cobwebs and crowfeet laid
She thought she made a great mistake
By choosing a mortal for her temporary take...
So one day, out of disgust
She spelt her love,a fitting curse...
She made him a mere grass hopper, a mere insect
Forgetting once for all, how him she with her rosy love decked...







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