In September's hush of whispered gold,
Soho's streets dreamed beneath an English sky.
Mist curled like incense, secrets untold,
While unseen spirits watched time drift by...
Kareena's laughter, an amber flame,
Shafina's gaze, a whispered prayer.
They moved like echoes without a name,
Twin comets sketching midnight air...
Malabar Gold, a river of stars,
Unveiled its heart in a gilded stream.
Metal and memory, wounds and scars,
Braided their shimmer into a dream...
Far away, where Vatakara glows,
An unseen crown adorned my name,
For words once sown, for fields that rose,
In learning's spark, in sport's bright flame...
The night was a hymn, both tender and whole,
Dance became mantra, kindness sang.
Each step a sigil etched on the soul,
Each note a bell where eternities rang...
Art and word, like constellations aligned,
Kissed the far shores of unseen spheres.
Their whispers murmured, "This light is thine
To pierce the veil of forgotten years."
So let this vision, unbound and free,
Flow through the cosmos, a secret sign:
That art and goodwill, like a boundless sea,
Are stars reborn and forever shine...
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