I live in a
topsy-turvy world
Where water
turns to wine
And
moonlight is regarded divine
Dreams float
like balloons in the sky
My world has
tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Suffused in
the yellow of a smiling sun
Here the
roads are made of ice cream
And the
buildings of chocolate
But perhaps
the best part of this world
Is that
there are no strange people in it
With their
matters of consequence
Those who
live behind a purdah
And never
stop to stare
At the
beautiful place this world is
The Bilge Master
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