Waiting for kismet

We go in a golden palanquin
Like an old time royal in air
While the bearers will shout

Ko Ho Ko Ho as in folk song
Coming straight from heart.
Beauty falls in love’s kismet.

Palanquin goes up and down
Borne along, sways to wind
Like a flower in summer sky.

We tremble as paper petals
To every breeze that passes,
Wait for a kismet to unfold.

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