As I delve deep down,
I find myself in crown,
Thrown in a golden realm,
Lighted with bright spectrum
Of pleasant colours,
Where in sanctum sanctorum,
I find you on throne
In regal splendour around.
You simply get down
Out of your throne
And receive me in honour;
Exhausted and tired I
In shifting scenes before me,
Dumb-bound by what I see,
Ask you, who you are,
And why the regalia for me.
You hold me in hand and guide
To the sanctum sanctorum,
Beseech me to take the throne
That is yours by divine right;
Then smile like daylight of dawn,
Like rose blossoming in joy,
You tell me that I'm your soul
That you lost to the outward world.
I recollect all bygones,
Tidbits of the forgotten frames,
How a stern curse parted us,
And forced me to outward world
To build my own structures;
Once in rare occasions,
When I delve deep within,
I find you alone on the throne.
In all regal splendour around,
Though all comforts abound,
I know, no contentment found,
You wait for our shared world.
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