With Strong walls and barbed fences,
None shall pass these dangerous trenches.
Outpost armed with cannon and barrels,
Will shatter you, should you try to quarrel.
Yet so tranquil and peaceful inside,
There is hardly anything to brush aside.
Follow along the soothing marble stone,
You will hit the mighty golden throne.
The king and queen shall proclaim its fame,
Royal Mysore Palace is its name.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Palace of Dreams
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