Bewitched by the bewitching beauty
Of your esoteric yarn,
With its mystic inspiration,
Here in this dismal zone of aridness
And cultural affectation,
Where egotistic pompousness
Is stuffed with ostentation,
I sat upon your magic rug
And felt my mind transported
To a world of Shahrazadian bliss
(Beyond the fold of boorishness) ,
A world of fascination.
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