Surfer's poem: Fairyland
If people came to know, where my king's palace is, it would vanish, into the air, the walls are..., writes Mandita Gupta. Your contribution.india Updated: Aug 14, 2006 12:24 IST
If people came to know
where my king's palace is, it would vanish
Into the air.
The walls are of white silver
and the roof of shining gold.
The queen lives in a palace
with seven courtyards, and she
Wears a jewel that cost all
the wealth of seven kingdoms.
But let me tell you, mother,
in a whisper, where my king's
It is at the corner of our
terrace where the pot of the tulsi
The princess lies sleeping on
the far-away shore of the seven
There is none in the world
who can find her but myself.
She has bracelets on her arms
and pearl drops in her ears; her
Hair sweeps down upon the floor.
She will wake when I touch her
with my magic wand and jewels
Will fall from her lips when she smiles.
But let me whisper in your ear, mother;
she is there in the
Corner of our terrace where
the pot of the tulsi plant stands.
When it is time for you to go to
the river for your bath, step
Up to that terrace on the roof.
I sit in the corner where
the shadow of the walls meet
Only puss is allowed to come with me,
for she know where the
Barber in the story lives.
But let me whisper, mother,
in your ear where the barber in
The story lives.
It is at the corner of the terrace
where the pot of the tulsi