We live in NARNIA/ Poem

Do you reckon that -
We live in Narnia?
If I tell you that,
Bear with me, won’t you?

That Narnia,
Under Aslan’s reign,
Aslan- the mighty lion,
A creed of rare gene,
No comparison, by all mean.

That Narnia,
Under Aslan’s reign,
Even the Gods of rain,
Favored his reign-
Such was his dense mane.
That Narnia,
Under Aslan’s reign,
Thrived in all splendor,
Splendid by all mean,
Just as Aslan and his mane.
That Narnia,
Was all magic – you see.
You look up and down,
Beneath and beyond,
Everywhere, magic it was.

That Narnia,
Was all magic- you see.
The sky, the clouds,
The soil, the trees,
The lakes, the rivers,
The flowers, the wind,
And even the animals,
Were magic, you see.
That Narnia,
Was all magic- you see.
For all the animals talked,
And the trees talked.
Even the wind did talk,
And they were the carriers-
The messengers of Narnia.
Narnia was all magic.
Narnia was all splendid.
Under Aslan’s reign,
Aslan- the mighty lion.
But, now? That Narnia,
That magical Narnia,
Has lost its magic.
That splendid Narnia,
Has lost its splendor.

How I know?
They tell me –
Those animals, birds,
Trees and the wind -
That none listens to them
And none talks to them.
They tried but.
They tried screaming,
They tried calling.
But, none did hear.
So they stopped it all.
They stopped being the magic,
They once used to be.
None believes magic- they say.
So none believes what they say!!
But I believe in magic.
And I believe in what they say.
So for me?
This is still Narnia!!
That magical Narnia,
That splendid Narnia,
Ruled by Aslan,
Aslan- the mighty Lion.
Bear with me, won’t you?
If I tell you that – we live in Narnia?

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  1. Beautifully written, Nima! Your poem tastes like a lovely fairy tale. Love its imagery and flow. Thank you so much for the follow. I really appreciate this. However, there is a much better writer than me, whom I strongly recommend you and all your followers. It is my friend Mario Savioni. His novel “Pickles and Tarts” (very short chapters, easy to read), is a story where 54-year-old Frank has been selected by 19-year-old Nicole through a dating site. Frank looks at Nicole’s photos on the site and is attracted to her beauty. Nicole tells him she has a boyfriend and is not interested in a romantic relationship. She adds: “It’s fun to talk to different people sometimes.” The only apparent thing Frank and Nicole seem to have in common is their interest to write stories. Perhaps they want to meet just to write one together? Now Frank has already started to imagine this story, a story-within-the-main-story. “Pickles and Tarts” is a lovely story of illusion-delusion, dream-reality, non-conformist with the Capitalist system, reflective on love, sex, drugs, abuse, loneliness and human relationships in today’s world. It is profound and highly intriguing. I recommend chapters 11 and 12 that especially deal with sexual abuse, bullying and loneliness:


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