The Baaghi(Rebel) of Braga #PortugalPlots #28DaysInPortugal

We were once willing to lay our lives for each other

But she had come between us, making him an enemy of his own brother

Cruel words were exchanged, dire accusations thrown around

But I refused to give up on her, and firmly withstood my ground


And so, he resorted to underhanded means, like they always do

And started conspiring against me, even though my cause was true

He first sent his best soldiers to drive me out


But they were loyal to me, and the fight was won without even a shout


He tried to feed me poisoned fruit next, tempting me with cherries, luscious and red

But the common men worshipped me, so the fruit-seller washed them in nectar instead


He influenced the archbishop to order me to leave the city


But the archbishop’s heart was made of gold, and he embraced me not just out of pity

Finally, he sent his cruelest assassins to hunt us down, his birds of prey


But I fed them some Bacalhau ala Braga,


and they calmly let us continue on our way


He finally gave up then, and swallowed his pride

And sent a chariot to bring me back, in full splendor, like a newlywed bride


For he had learnt a valuable lesson today, even though he was a crusty old fart

That wild horses could not drag me away from Braga, for she had stolen my heart





About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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