New Challenge: Bollywood
This month's challenge offers songs, films, and tropes from Bollywood, the world's largest film industry based out of India, as prompts for fanworks.
T’was many years ago we fell in love
As by the counting of our feeble form
In glades of wheeling stars we learned there of
The twine of fate wound up in passions storm
Amongst the trees was built our flowr’ing city
And flurried, I a veil to protect spun
You held me to this earth, deep and un-dizzy
Below the mountains, here beneath the sun
But now my anchor lost I stand alone,
In silence my thought like a mournful bird
My love, and purpose in this land is done
It echoes in the stone a final word
I depart, after having stayed so long
My notes are all played, I wish you well in Song