The Imaginary Kingdom
My Imaginary Kingdom
The blurred red sky
With the rising Sun
And the hanging clouds
Which were like-
White,soft,hairy sheep
Concentrated on grassing.
And the Sun like the shephard
Maintaining the flock.
On the grassy field,I was lying
And I watched that that hidden scene,
Just like a trained thief.
How wonderful the scene was!
That charmed my senses and
Made me feel hale and hearty.
Soon after,the sharp rays
Of the Sun made me awake
From the beautiful imaginary world
Tremendously annoyed at that
But it lasted transitorily
I,then,stood on the soft layer
Of fresh green grass
Where I had seen droplets of water
Surely,each of the droplets were
The tears of the shephard
Who cried a short time before
Because of losing a sheep
I,too,shared his grief
And I believed the intemacy of friendship
Between him and me.
Washim Ul Islam
The blurred red sky
With the rising Sun
And the hanging clouds
Which were like-
White,soft,hairy sheep
Concentrated on grassing.
And the Sun like the shephard
Maintaining the flock.
On the grassy field,I was lying
And I watched that that hidden scene,
Just like a trained thief.
How wonderful the scene was!
That charmed my senses and
Made me feel hale and hearty.
Soon after,the sharp rays
Of the Sun made me awake
From the beautiful imaginary world
Tremendously annoyed at that
But it lasted transitorily
I,then,stood on the soft layer
Of fresh green grass
Where I had seen droplets of water
Surely,each of the droplets were
The tears of the shephard
Who cried a short time before
Because of losing a sheep
I,too,shared his grief
And I believed the intemacy of friendship
Between him and me.
Washim Ul Islam
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