it's poem of the poet imagination of seeing something in different way, which trun to very much different in reality .
readers are requested to write there point of understanding it
A greenish beds, Under those twinkle lights. A billow of darkness, Falling on the thunder crowds . A place of mystery, Under those silently nightly owls. A heaven of sprinkles , Falling on those cloudy house . Droplets of nectar falling , On those awaited greeny hounds . Fragrances of creation coming ,
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From those barrenly abandoned ground It seems like a populace school , Built with selflessly darkness, On the pillars of faith . With rise of sun miracle begin, Which given brith to golden mount .
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