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MY MOST BEAUTIFUL DEALTH...
Published in the USA-Library of Congress
My most beautiful Death
Published in the USA
Anarkali,
the most beautiful migrant of Persia,they called me.
As I walked into the sleepy dream of Akbar's land ,
the Moghul emperor, to perform the new year dances
and earn some food, to help me live for a while longer...
Selim broke the mirror of my survival,
he fell madly in love with my reflection,
Anarkali was the only song he sang day and night.
It was the Impossible Love all over again..
The Moghul Emperor disapproved of that love
In secret, in deceit Akbar told his slaves to feed me
food fit for queens, to clothe me like a courtesan
to cover me with priceless jewels,to amuse me with jesters.
Akbar led me to a place that was for me:
a precious palace of marble,
breathkingly beautiful,my heart rejoiced
I entered and they locked the heavy door. on me
Soon the palace spoke its true meaning:Forever
Anarkali, the most beautiful of all my deaths
That palace was my final resting place, they buried me alive.
how shall I ever forget
the torture of the Impossible Love
Copyrighted Rahman brigitte-Series Jours Blancs
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