Mini World
Mini-World
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Meadows evergreen, streams which roar;
Singing sitting on trees, flying high birds.
Dense dark woods— old lions growl;
The wild pastures, leopards race.
I own a moon, sun, stars, and a sky,
And I can summer in winter, and spring after summer.
Tens of thousand, big busty, in rows,
My wives, milking buffaloes in long herds.
Winning women-singers,
And blind old musicians attend my court;
In winters’ long nights,
Sing the old fairy-story-songs, a young shepherd’s wooing his beloved.
I visit the folks living afar, in dusk;
They serve us tea, present the swords- dance.
O my Lord in the heavens! O Lord of the lords!
Allow me!
I own— that Mini-World!
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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