An Aristocratic Descent - T ABRAHAM
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From the bright beaming palace,
Present amidst the lands and seas,
A royal atmosphere is glittering,
Golden treasury, a bold ancestry,
Ascended from the tip of a land,
Bungalows with ancient charms,
Gardened grounds were flowering,
Plantations planted everywhere,
The smell of tea amidst worms,
A big populace decreased someday,
From four to two to one and none,
Soil upholding the dignified class,
Huddled together with conditions,
Bound forever with convictions,
A pure race moving at fast phase,
Burning and glowing fire in blaze.
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