Her lotus eyes stabilized chivalry;
Her persona spoke of ancient femininity.
Her words were the charisma in chaos,
And intellect like infinity's sacred vows.
Padmini was her name,
Queen of Chittorgarh herself.
Her sovereignty strengthened Rajputana,
Like an archetype enveloping nirvana.
Raja Ratan was her consort,
Who witnessed her grace
Like an amalgamation
Of some divine sort.
Their companionship echoed
In Chittor's formidable fortress.
But Khilji's rage and obsession of
Padmini became the ultimate distress.
He rode from Delhi
Like a lion hungry for prey;
She, like the goddess Durga,
Committed to keep him at bay.
All of it concluded in an arrangement
Where Khilji, as an entrant,
Was allowed to have her glimpse in the mirror
For his heart's contentment.
The greater good of the kingdom of Mewar
Shaped her aptitude in that state,
But the visit became an onset of
Khilji's subconscious servitude to her traits.
Khilji, as a mesmerized reveler,
Strategized his next steps
And kidnapped King Ratan Singh
On make-believes and pretenses.
With a mindset like a barbarian,
Stepping ahead for his intended loot,
He demanded Padmini's presence
As a ransom in a way that suits.
Padmini intertwined roots of her caliber,
Delivered her response with brevity:
"With a grand procession of 700 maidservants,
I will lay my foot in Delhi with certainty."
She took the leash
Of belaboring what lies ahead
And asked the Rajput knights
To sit in the palanquins instead.
Once inside Khilji's camp,
His entourage was attacked.
Finally, the bold and mighty moves
Ensured the king's rescue and back.
Khilji decided to outnumber
And lay violent moves ahead.
Thus started the ferocious battle:
Khilji vs. Ratan Singh to smear the other red.
Clash and slash,
Turned Chittor's soil pale and red,
Hence marking the king's defeat;
The kingdom plunged into a dark dread.
Khilji, frenzied and berserk,
Claimed an honor he should not lurk.
His obdurate self
Initiated a fiery cacophony.
It soon culminated in a
Collective self-immolation.
Where Padmini, with the Kingdom's women,
Submitted to Jauhar in honor's symphony.
This tale of the dignified end
Became Khilji's inordinate subjugation.
Thus, the feminine grandeur made
Him face his soul's corruption.
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