THE RUINS...





The ruins of the old mossy castle
Tell a story gracile, 
Of knights, dukes, 
Princes and kings,
Of queens and duchess,
And beautiful dainty Queens
Whose chatter filled the air,
Reverberated their laughter,
The stories of the valour of the men,
Floated around now and then.


The majestic walls,
Still enthrall,
Captivate,
Reminding of their golden state,
When happiness prevailed,
Within it peace dwelled,
There was love and harmony,
No acrimony,
Till the enemy struck,
As if thunderstruck. 


The brave men gave a fight
To the best of their might, 
The enemy was more powerful,
Intolerant and ireful,
The men were killed,
Their blood spilled,
Women soiled,
Babies trampled,
The now marshy moat,
With the gore choked.


The grand walls,
Still stand tall,
To tell the citizens,
How the inhabitants changed to smithereens,
How their happiness
Reduced to sadness,
Still majestic and severalty, 
The walls stand to tell the tale of the royalty,
Telling of the Kings' loyalty
To their subjects and fraternity.

©Madhumita