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Apr 2020
On the resilient Earth I flutter
today , tomorrow and day after.
Each day brings me closer to my zion , the love of being in peace within my sion.

Familiar surrounding and smiling faces, supramundane existence and the hope of being.
Cleansed soul and mind, every heart so kind .
Actions never judged and reactions never grudged .

The first rays of the sun gleam and every moonlight transcends into a sweet dream .
My whistles loud and clear, living in no fear , coarse yet pure !
Each day in and day out with super energy I scout .
Cheerfulness and laughter I tout.

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
This particular poem is an outcome of a small video I viewed where the people speak the language of the birds !

Trevia:-

The title of this poem is SHANGRI-LA which is an imaginary, beautiful place, often far away, where everything is pleasant and you can get everything you want.
Turkish bird language (Turkish: kuş dili) is a version of the Turkish language communicated through high-pitch whistles and melodies. Originally used by Turkish farmers to communicate over large distances and now down to 10,000 speakers, it is at risk of extinction as mobile phones replace this purpose. The language is associated with Kuşköy, a village in Turkey's northern Pontic Mountains. UNESCO included the bird language in its 2017 list of intangible assets.Other countries with whistling languages include the Canary Islands, Greece, Mexico, and Mozambique.
It simply inspired me to dream of this place as a utopia ! very raw, eternal and positive hence the poetic expression of the same thought process .
Thanks for reading.
#Fictional poem#
#Rhyming verse#
24/04/2020
MrunaliniDNimbalkar
Written by
MrunaliniDNimbalkar  F/India
(F/India)   
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