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Kingdoms Lost.
I sit chanting the incantation
Of nothingness at times.
When my inner self tolls.
Piercing myriad luminous curtains
Appears the wonder-bird
By the golden window.
Nature has her ways of
Blending and uniting.
When the million-colored,
Multi-winged get tired,
She sits panting at the sill,
Still with nose and eyes full of hopes.
A breeze with heavenly scent opens
Her ways wide to virgin worlds.
Incantations take new births!
Whispers turn euphonious notes!
Rain, Sun, Blossoms and Birds
Add chorus to the new music!
Rainbows descend beyond mountain crest,
Rabbits run in mirth across.
All remains serine and live
Until wife chides, “ In trance again,
Unworthy pursuits are you in? ”!
Alas! One more Kingdom is lost.
