Shangrila

By Doel Sengupta

Shangrila my home

And D 639 where

I was born

And I 1784 my

Birthright

With all the papers

Given to God

Not worn or torn...

All our homes

Are protected

And all the towers

Stand tall

And Shangrila

And its people

My children

Have the last laugh

And only a ball!

Parties in Shangrila

Money flowing in

For Us

And the Moon

On my head

And a beautiful

Layer of sweet

Musty sun dust!

It pours in Shangrila!

It rains and droughts

Are wiped out...

Harvests are magnanimous

And all are sugar

Is restored!

The world gazes

At Shangrila

As if it were the

Very moon

Berry berry

Sweet

And cherry cherry

Noon!

Shangrila

Is protected,

Shangrila

Is safe!