The Maharaja and Maharani Blues

 (A Valentines tale of a Maharaja who thought he got the Blues and his Maharani who really did)

In the kingdom of Ragapura, 

near the temples of old Madura,

beneath skies of crimson and teal,

lived a Maharaja with a secret zeal

Twas not for his Maharani, his true seal

of approval was for a bluesy feel.

The Maharaja sure loved the blues!

Strummed riffs at breakfast, lunch, and tea,

and even in the royal loos!

The Maharani sighed, “He’s ignoring me.”

The Maharani forlorn,

her loyalty challenged and torn,

her temper bubbling like hot chai,

Watched his attentions wither and die.

For whilst he crooned ‘Oh Why, Oh why’,

she was the one left high and dry.

He strummed his sitar sideways,

With bent notes till dawn’s first light,

wailing, “Ooooh, I love my royal taxes!”

Whilst palace guards winced all night.

So she sang her lament,

with a classical bent,

a sad rebuttal in C!

And as her love life shatters,

“Ooooh my man loves Muddy Waters,

more than he loves me.”

She tapped her sorry refrain,

sighing in syncopated pain,

“He may have royal issues.

But can he not feel my blues.

My love’s sure gone down the drain.”

One night she marched to his music lair,

whilst he jammed with royal flair.

Scaring away a royal dove

she declared, “If you’re gonna sing the blues my love,

at least sing the ones we share.”

The Maharaja froze mid riff, dismayed 

his moustache drooping low,

“Darling, I didn’t realise! He said,

‘My neglect, my love, how could I be callous so.”

So they sat on the velvet carpet,

twas magic when their eyes met!

They wrote their first duet in Ragapura

to the strains of his sitar and her tanpura.

Two souls entwined in a minor key

“Baby, if you do anything shady,

and ignore your lady,

you’ll sure hear the Blues from Me”

Now the kingdom sleeps in bliss,

whilst the royals make up and kiss.

Valentines forever!

Conjoined in a new shared fervour.

And the Maharaja for sure,

although chastened and now demure,

the Blues he still loves.

With his Maharani happily ever after,

amidst joy and laughter,

they sing duets of cinnamon and cloves.

Inspired by a conversation with Richard Staines.

Do we rehearse today I asked, 

Are you crazy?!? said the Maharaja Rooster

It’s Valentines Day!!!

Just me, my cats, my poetry and with images inspired by Miranda and created with a little help from AI.

By Maharaja Miku.