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The hallowed turf is a six-seasonal always one step ahead on Earth. So exceptional a land is out of the box acutely drawn down the Moon and sublimely unique is written in stone! A patch of land every star loves to touch so much so the Mintaka know they can mirror the pyramid on the surface of the earth but not the tucked away zenana here the planetary gem, the earth's gold dust: Matches the lead Prophet's birthplace! Open and globular star clusters up above the mundane Himalayas peak look diagonally into Sylhet down the Meghalaya stardust eying on for a shortcut to Earth's gold dust that only gushes out elixirs Abe Hayat. Lovely sought after by the water nymphs that won't tarry scurrying to the waterfront of paradise in Ma, the space between, while the waxing moon takes a waning pause only to roll down and croon in deep tranquil, thaws the midnight moonlit blue pond amidst silhouetted bamboos, the sun after a night pause, there it blooms new again bathing in the morn! Boarding in such a serendipitous moment, they dream, carried out just these hidden elixirs in their pitchers before Queen Fathima The Queen of Heaven. Perfectly spherical she zeroes in the cosmic loop and spills in the open sea one more colourless scoop without a pinch of salt there the sunrise and set troupe pause and lay in once again the most colourful swoop. Up above heaven's Saal Saabila River on the empyrean Moon, she hops on one foot and down the evergreen Earth's spring dips a toe without a shadow without a footprint, tone on tone ties both worlds forever in bloom! Blow the wrap off, score a preserved geometry somewhere in Sylhet, even the Hebrew King David here would offer his thousand and one melodic symposium and King Solomon princely his whole affluent shebang. 'Cause the prevailing sun from heaven this time could roll down on a palm simply like a handful of earth! Oh, what will it land in Sylhet, the pearl of the earthy depth? Art in light, the spark from the Earth's foundation stone? Eyes gaze on so firm like the solid sky yet surge like kite in the air looking here over a truly pristine drop of water with the ocean is inside until it shows up down the blue sky though rainbows oft pop out tantalising every looking eye! The fairy that ascends then is a stealer no hand can touch seven colours shine on a patch of blue unspoiled untouched took on a meaning for Sylhet in a handful of earth matching the soil of Makkah the centre of the Earth the birthplace of the lead prophet Muhammad (PBUH)! One who is in the know hops on the foundation stone and rose to heaven in the Night of Ascension. How a regular soil mirrors the very pivotal one? The labyrinth is out of this world, relates to Queen Maab let alone a native maestro that no genie can describe! Every atom loves to discover the meaning of that it knows the constant vibrations of the never-ending dance keeping it on its toe the choreography comes from outside. The feet are most polished and motions are butterfly dance, still the canvas is blank, light one more candlelight! Light a candle in Sylhet I wonder here the moonlight spills through even into an atom's black canvas and the sun lovely drops down on a handful of earth on the flipside! Meet here the open future shows up at the Earth's hub the moon's anew rallying to the untouching-sea the Indian subcontinent's corner to the ancient wind! Go with the southern breeze on play with the sun here it colours the wind, gives it its Midas touch and strikes a deal to part a silhouetted cloud.   That a beauty spot raises the eyebrows of the day on a high, on the shining face of the golden Bangla in broad daylight! Hark the morning birds, follow singing deep in the midst mellifluous-shrills fill the air unveiling the dream scenes! Ah, the deep footed earth how mystique, every morning the sun off the heaven's hill lays in a new diaphanous gold-light-rug beneath it, only to loose its colours in a colourless magic let alone painting its footprint! Every time is new numerates the bounties of our land craving to sip in a dew-potion on our blossoming rose cirrus clouds dancing over the seas here they drop banish the midday blues singing the deep sea's song! Nestled amidst the Rivers Surma, Kushiara and Monu perched on the shades of the trees, each one is a canvas. Returning melodic birds crescendo by the downstream   hail from the autumnal breeze on the upstream. Six seasons rebound alike leap and swing on the trees unpacking their intricate and mesmeric fluid designs often make a meal of the obvious and work of art alike! Stunned angels on their way heaven taking one more sunset potted in the starry bowl look back here at the wee hours. They can hear pianissimo on this preserved perennial land it never falls asleep is awake with a perfectly round 360-degree circle of spiritually impowered dynamos dead but live on a different level Dervishes keeping an ear on the hallowed Sylhet's ground.     A deep-seated truth, rock-solid Shilahatta in Sanskrit clothed in an enduring vesture minted Sylhet loops in with the Hebrew Bible's Shalet, a ruler, a shield!   A little drop makes the mighty ocean likewise with one single word on the lips, the maestros' great epics begin to be told. Just with a mundane handful of earth pristine Sylhet's masterpiece begins to unfold. With the whole ball of wax keeping us onboard lo, before the face of the Earth, it unveils the mirror! With the whole nine yards on her least hold believe it or not, Sylhet is cherry-picked chosen by God!
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
Sylhet Is Chosen By God (Bangladesh Spiritual Capital)
The hallowed turf is a six-seasonal always one step ahead on Earth. So exceptional a land is out of the box acutely drawn down the Moon and sublimely unique is written in stone! A patch of land every star loves to touch so much so the Mintaka know they can mirror the pyramid on the surface of the earth but not the tucked away zenana here the planetary gem, the earth's gold dust: Matches the lead Prophet's birthplace! Open and globular star clusters up above the mundane Himalayas peak look diagonally into Sylhet down the Meghalaya stardust eying on for a shortcut to Earth's gold dust that only gushes out elixirs Abe Hayat. Lovely sought after by the water nymphs that won't tarry scurrying to the waterfront of paradise in Ma, the space between, while the waxing moon takes a waning pause only to roll down and croon in deep tranquil, thaws the midnight moonlit blue pond amidst silhouetted bamboos, the sun after a night pause, there it blooms new again bathing in the morn! Boarding in such a serendipitous moment, they dream, carried out just these hidden elixirs in their pitchers before Queen Fathima The Queen of Heaven. Perfectly spherical she zeroes in the cosmic loop and spills in the open sea one more colourless scoop without a pinch of salt there the sunrise and set troupe pause and lay in once again the most colourful swoop. Up above heaven's Saal Saabila River on the empyrean Moon, she hops on one foot and down the evergreen Earth's spring dips a toe without a shadow without a footprint, tone on tone ties both worlds forever in bloom! Blow the wrap off, score a preserved geometry somewhere in Sylhet, even the Hebrew King David here would offer his thousand and one melodic symposium and King Solomon princely his whole affluent shebang. 'Cause the prevailing sun from heaven this time could roll down on a palm simply like a handful of earth! Oh, what will it land in Sylhet, the pearl of the earthy depth? Art in light, the spark from the Earth's foundation stone? Eyes gaze on so firm like the solid sky yet surge like kite in the air looking here over a truly pristine drop of water with the ocean is inside until it shows up down the blue sky though rainbows oft pop out tantalising every looking eye! The fairy that ascends then is a stealer no hand can touch seven colours shine on a patch of blue unspoiled untouched took on a meaning for Sylhet in a handful of earth matching the soil of Makkah the centre of the Earth the birthplace of the lead prophet Muhammad (PBUH)! One who is in the know hops on the foundation stone and rose to heaven in the Night of Ascension. How a regular soil mirrors the very pivotal one? The labyrinth is out of this world, relates to Queen Maab let alone a native maestro that no genie can describe! Every atom loves to discover the meaning of that it knows the constant vibrations of the never-ending dance keeping it on its toe the choreography comes from outside. The feet are most polished and motions are butterfly dance, still the canvas is blank, light one more candlelight! Light a candle in Sylhet I wonder here the moonlight spills through even into an atom's black canvas and the sun lovely drops down on a handful of earth on the flipside! Meet here the open future shows up at the Earth's hub the moon's anew rallying to the untouching-sea the Indian subcontinent's corner to the ancient wind! Go with the southern breeze on play with the sun here it colours the wind, gives it its Midas touch and strikes a deal to part a silhouetted cloud.   That a beauty spot raises the eyebrows of the day on a high, on the shining face of the golden Bangla in broad daylight! Hark the morning birds, follow singing deep in the midst mellifluous-shrills fill the air unveiling the dream scenes! Ah, the deep footed earth how mystique, every morning the sun off the heaven's hill lays in a new diaphanous gold-light-rug beneath it, only to loose its colours in a colourless magic let alone painting its footprint! Every time is new numerates the bounties of our land craving to sip in a dew-potion on our blossoming rose cirrus clouds dancing over the seas here they drop banish the midday blues singing the deep sea's song! Nestled amidst the Rivers Surma, Kushiara and Monu perched on the shades of the trees, each one is a canvas. Returning melodic birds crescendo by the downstream   hail from the autumnal breeze on the upstream. Six seasons rebound alike leap and swing on the trees unpacking their intricate and mesmeric fluid designs often make a meal of the obvious and work of art alike! Stunned angels on their way heaven taking one more sunset potted in the starry bowl look back here at the wee hours. They can hear pianissimo on this preserved perennial land it never falls asleep is awake with a perfectly round 360-degree circle of spiritually impowered dynamos dead but live on a different level Dervishes keeping an ear on the hallowed Sylhet's ground.     A deep-seated truth, rock-solid Shilahatta in Sanskrit clothed in an enduring vesture minted Sylhet loops in with the Hebrew Bible's Shalet, a ruler, a shield!   A little drop makes the mighty ocean likewise with one single word on the lips, the maestros' great epics begin to be told. Just with a mundane handful of earth pristine Sylhet's masterpiece begins to unfold. With the whole ball of wax keeping us onboard lo, before the face of the Earth, it unveils the mirror! With the whole nine yards on her least hold believe it or not, Sylhet is cherry-picked chosen by God!
The subject matter is about a land possessing a deeply seeded truth. The prime significance of which is it's scattered afar and matches the pivotal soil of the centre of the earth!
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
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