Where Imagination Lives Poem by A B Faniki

I think I know where imagination lives,
It doesn't reside in nature or books:
It dwells in a town called 'senses.'
When you stand on The Nose bridges'

Or when you go down eyes lane
Or when you're at right or left of ears lane,
You will not see where imagination is living,
You have to go into Head's Street, it's residing

There; beside love's and sorrow's house, you can't
Miss it from there it's as beautiful as a rainbow, it
Is as brilliant as the celestial light that shine
On the road to Damascus, which is divine.