1. i climbed sihigiri wording and re-wording a poem in mind on the way down i couldn't raise my hand to desecrate the mirror wall and penned it on paper back in my room 2. scratch a few lines on my mirror wall dear scribe before you leave a millennium have i waited thirsting for a new poem 3. golden hued one cover your tender breasts from the ogling eyes before they scorch your eternal beauty to fade away like all the others 4. fair maiden what happened to the five hundred beauties did they run away unable to compete with you 5. please play back all you have recorded on the mirror wall one thousand five hundred years ago tell me the secret of the doe-eyed beauties 6. lying in the shade of the miniature water garden my eyes closed i see the golden hued beauties floating among the clouds breathing in the fragrance of jasmine and water-lily moist cool breeze soothing my skin the laughter of the maidens frolicking in the pools try to drown the rhythm of the water slowly flowing over the white pebbles lulling me to sleep 7. you are my blue rose glowing in the moonlight i'm the cool breeze coming across the hill and dale the moon hides behind a cloud leaving us alone on sihigiri 8. the CCF has posted guards all around you to stop me from spending the night here 9. fifteen dollars a day i have to pay to see the fair ladies if i give you a blank check will you let me have a lifetime pass 10. i smashed my camera dashing it on the sihigiri rock now i look around for a longer time in greater detail to absorb all the wonders through my eyes into my brain to be recalled played back always anytime, anywhere in 4-D, infinite colours perfect pictures without having to worry about exposure, shutter speeds zoom and pixels 12. it is a sad day for sihigiri when our historians do not know a vatkol flower from a katrol flower 13. (with apologies to Vira Vidur Bata) the gentle breez carries no perfume jasmine and water lilies have faded away the five hundred beauties are gone i close my eyes to see the alakamanda of kasyapa 14. the majestic lion kept eternal vigil kasyapa could enjoy the heaven he had created on earth 15. the underground pipes still carried water to the octagonal pond for kasyapa to bathe the fountains still gushed hoping to compete with the bathing beauties to please his eyes
