My impish glances at those daring glares
Stoned by those stony stares
Rigged in rich ancient fervor
Enough for this happy heart to savour
Words of the walls,
With memories of a glorious past embedded in my bosom,
I nurture my rugged self,
The depth of which you can't fathom.
Listen to the faded noises
that once screamed
Of power and regime ✨π
Of Bharat, always poised
- Subha
Stoned by those stony stares
Rigged in rich ancient fervor
Enough for this happy heart to savour
Words of the walls,
With memories of a glorious past embedded in my bosom,
I nurture my rugged self,
The depth of which you can't fathom.
Listen to the faded noises
that once screamed
Of power and regime ✨π
Of Bharat, always poised
- Subha


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