When I am feeling blue
I let my heart go far,
To exotic lands where emotions
are sold in the weekly bazaar.
Beautiful women in a keffiyeh
beckon me with smoldering eyes,
Coaxing and cajoling me to buy,
their soft voice enticingly nice.
Where smiles are sold by the dozen,
Dreams in packets small and large,
Happiness is just 2 dollars
for a glittering one kilo jar!
I buy a piece of rainbow,
Some moonlight, and a cluster of stars,
To light up my nights with fairy lights
and my days with the colours of flowers.
I buy some dreams of a happy land,
where my gypsy spirit can roam free,
And paint a world of peace and joy,
Each brush stroke a blissful symphony.
MS
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