Something broke somewhere
and the wreckage still lie .
Why did it happen, how did it happen ;
are all forgotten now ,
the dust has settled long ago
Only the memory remains
in old black and white pictures
that something was here,
many years before.
Glories of kings, abode of Gods,
wrath of marauding invaders,
nobody knows what it was all about;
the reason to break the trust.
Beyond the tattered curtains
those eyes will haunt us forever.
The broken threads will never create
designs of colour anymore.
In the desolation of these ruins,
barren promises reverberate
with every impending season of harvest.
But whatever broke
remains broken,
and that is the ultimate truth .
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