The Silent Witness. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

This old fort so damaged
May be made it fragmented
In invasions, of enemy kings
The wars, conflicts between
Sometimes the bloodshed
The ruthless killing took place
Now the fort became a monument
The monument of kingdoms of past
The monument of human might
The horses that ran in heights
The swords that took to fight
The demolition of structures
Once it shielded the royal force
The caravans, Bugles, the chieftains
Remembering a past of history page
The fort that feared by the common man
The ruthless killing of innocent lives
For flimsy reasons, or small crimes
The stories of torture, and all alike
The punishment that gave without love
A monument of the past I visited.
There near the great mountains stands
As a silent witness of past and present.