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On my way towards the castle made of gold and silver I saw something which made my stride falter It was the sight of a child Sweet, innocent and wild She was like an angel So beautiful, with the spark of a most precious jewel Oblivious to everything around her She danced, and danced, and danced to her own tempo! Stopped I in my stride, Wondering at the cause of this masquerade A masquerade yes, for the child danced while no music was heard The child danced and sang aloud Was it part of a show, maybe a circus show I wondered, how would she end, where would she go? I stopped, right on my way, sat under the shade of a tree And watched, her, this child, dancing to the tunes of mystery The child cared not about me She danced and danced for the sake of being free She danced till the moon showed itself She danced all night till dawn showed itself Then, she stopped, looked at the skies and breathed out heavily She was tired, but, she would start again, she said so humbly She needed some rest And that was when she came to sit next to me Why do you dance that much I asked her What is there to do in this world, sick with fever She told me While looking at me pointedly People just run after their needs, satisfying their greed People run after life at fast speed Caring not to appease their soul Why, life here in this world, does be so dull If death does be the end of it all Why, why should we care to run after castles of gold Take the time, like me, to dance and glorify the skies So mysterious, they do be there where the beginning of it all lies Listen, she said, listen to the bells of angels Listen to the call of Heaven Listen, pray do listen And dance, for they be the only true music, in this world, so fallen Listening to that child, I felt my stride getting all mild I let go of my chase And became, like her, a spirit living up to the rhythms emanating from space! I dance whenever I hear the music That one, being called as mystic I dance and care not about anybody's opinion For, they are all blinded by the false show of this world's oblivion! 30 Sept 2015
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