Shangri-la

The sizzling Sun smiling




above the dazzling clouds,



that lurch on the vastness of the turquoise sky,



upon hearing the song



of the halcyon air.









Beneath the grasslands



the polished river was indeed



like a virgin; unalloyed,



flowing freely to the sea,



reflecting the nirvanic images



of the World and its gems.









And the Birds of Paradise,



beaming with innocence,



standing on the river banks,



enjoying the chipper Maya;



tiptoeing on the branches



of the Mango trees.









Over the florid hill



stands the verdant boys,



laughter echoing on the wind,



as their kites rising,



tracing the docile current



of the complaisant air.









Sometime before I came



and inhale the tainted air,



where "Modern Artificials";



chemicals, stainless steels...



were still unknown to earth,



Shangri-la does exist here.