22/01/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal
Beyond the barriers made by Man,
Beyond the ruins of this clan,
Lies the very holy Land
From where the people first began.
Far away from the mighty seas,
Far away from the icy breeze,
Lies the Land of make believe
Where fables run in lengthy reams.
Under the clouds high and mighty,
Lies the Land of more and plenty.
Under the stars bright and shiny,
Lies the Land of Kingly glory.
Where streams flow with molten gold,
Where birds sing in glorious tones,
Where paths run in cobbled stone.
Is the Land where I got grown.
Now I’ve seen the Land of Plenty,
Now I’ve swimmed the streams of Gold,
Now I’ve read the fabled reams,
I want more; now this is Old!
Note: It took a day. After a long time have I written rhymes in a single day.