The Identity of the Palace
Born with our home sweet home;
Silent but witness in and around;
Symbol of hope and rebirth;
Part of every memories belonging here;
The Giant Mango tree
Standing upstraight in front
To welcome every head;
The Green blanket it provides
warmth and care;
Vibrant ambience as well.
The thick long heads of green on all sides;
Holding bunch of mangoes;
Like a father holding his children
Made the people wonder.
Made the palace special
With fest every year.
The Yama as whirlwind and Tempest
At last took its breath
Shadow of birth;
As every blood and flesh
Destined to succumb no matter how.
Nothing unreal-
But a great loss.
The ultimate truth hit it hard,
Left an indelible mark on every heart;
Oh God! May its soul rest in peace forever……
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