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You are that mansion
allowed to evanesce
still the innocence of light
seeps through
your chandeliered heart
nature’s cashmere façade
creeps on your silken carpets
the Himalayas landscape
your upper storeys, they sweep
and staircase around you
grandly like bannisters
your roses sit embroidered
with ballroom grandeur
ghostly sweetness
against flocked velvet
and Shalimar greens,
wending between stone
corridors that belonged
to their forbears
they look at us haunted
from petal eyes,
boat lakes of ether,
as hungry woodchoppers
trespass, drawing lines
through their bedchambers
your living blushes
are rooms of anguish
unidentified valleys of tears
still sitting around
your stately table
waiting
still
waiting…
← Mrinalini Harchandrai
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