SHANGRI-LA

Before I intuitive and after I pass on

Where would be I, but at the moment

After a lone prayer from the empty abode

Walks across the human and inhuman noises

Just eying and searching for the boon

Why fire burns beneath the blood cells

Immortal soul cannot die against the life

There are evergreen hills and flowers

Silver lining clouds above the zenith

Bluest lake spreading at the bottom 

Where the greenly grasses carpet land

Dances and singing by thee

For my ugliest footprints

Do I worth to die?

Did I create a flowery story?

No, hopes sail away still in thine boat

Breathe tasteful air from thy sky,

Swallow pious water from thou well.

Don’t whisper me call me thrice

So I could run and play on this vale,

I could converse without uttering,

And can heed thee song of revolution.

Thy gifted me:

Milky Way like long stories

Bridge amid life and soul

A ladder to mount up the age tree

Filter mask and helmet

Moisture in dried life

Cloudy dawn and snow falls

During ever hot summer days

Thy would be my flower girl

As I accompany to flower power

Shangri-La for astonishing days

I with a gusto fresh face:

Walk all along with lambs,

Wear dappled cloths,

Can talk by way of the dears,

Can fly among the parrots,

Can swim like the fishes.

Woodland is not so untamed like before

Trees and creeps telling thy stories

Nightingales would fly to me in eve

Morning sparrows too, as herald

They are hymning for me

There is no death body

And no ill man

I don’t have an ailment too.

My non-human friends:

Width Lake and small pond of lotus

Coconut trees and mango trees

Harmonious birds and cute lambs

Flowery stones and big rivers

Day, night and rain

Thine garden and soft wind-

These days they’re keen to discern thou

Still passing through thy realm

Among the flora and fauna of Shangri-La

Deity passes through the terrain

With the drop of boons to enlighten the roads

Stare towards the east

Lost city and village would be found

From the vista and grin of thee

Pebbles develop into flowers

Flames grow to be rain

I replace by a name of sacrifice

It’s not a paradise

I had rooted on Shangri-La.

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