If people came to know where my king's palace is, it would vanish <br />into the air. <br /> The walls are of white silver and the roof of shining gold. <br /> The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards, and she <br />wears a jewel that cost all the wealth of seven kingdoms. <br /> But let me tell you, mother, in a whisper, where my king's <br />palace is. <br /> It is at the corner of our terrace where the pot of the tulsi <br />plant stands. <br /> The princess lies sleeping on the far-away shore of the seven <br />impassable seas. <br /> There is none in the world who can find her but myself. <br /> She has bracelets on her arms and pearl drops in her ears; her <br />hair sweeps down upon the floor. <br /> She will wake when I touch her with my magic wand and jewels <br />will fall from her lips when she smiles. <br /> But let me whisper in your ear, mother; she is there in the <br />corner of our terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. <br /> When it is time for you to go to the river for your bath, step <br />up to that terrace on the roof. <br /> I sit in the corner where the shadow of the walls meet <br />together. <br /> Only puss is allowed to come with me, for she know where the <br />barber in the story lives. <br /> But let me whisper, mother, in your ear where the barber in <br />the story lives. <br /> It is at the corner of the terrace where the pot of the tulsi <br />plant stands.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairyland/
