Braid your dreams into a colourful bun,
and secure it with starry pins and a crescent moon.
Crown yourself with Saturn’s icy rings
and the flame red feathers of the firebird.
Sprinkle a dash of stardust,
and plant the tail of a fiery comet to hold it firmly in place.
That’s not all…
Carry a burnished gold spear, sharp and sturdy,
in your soul’s warm, clandestine depths,
or hide it somewhere between the burning skies and the turbulent seas,
for you may need it to save your dreams
from being crushed, bullied and trampled
by menacing hands and ruthless hearts.
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Shatarupa's Descendants 