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


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