Seeking Shangri-la

Seeking Shangri la short poem

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An isle so lonely,
that no one seeks.
Full of allure and comeliness,
that no one sees.

I search, I seek,
my Shangri-La,
in solitude purdah of wilderness,
seeking for my ecstasy.

It’s the detritus they see,
winsomeness, is what I believe.
In deformity, I find enchantment.
I find my Shangri-La.

To the bliss and the pixie dust,
all the worldliness is what I lost.
Aah! I found my Shangri-La,
In my solitude isle which is in me I discovered.

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