Red Stone Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

Precious it was in Mughal days

vigorously sought and procured

to build tombs, minars and palaces.



Qutab Minar towers high,

Massive walls of Red Fort stand firm.

Buland Darwaza aches the eye;

Fatehpur Sikhri in half ruins

like a man down with paralysis.



Tombs of men, born, made or assumed great

emerge curved, ever in red;

Men, who wished immortality

through tombs, should have known

the red stone is of sterner stuff than their own.