And going there,
Moving along the corridors
Heard I the tales of Vishwanath
And the Moguls
And Hiding Shiva, praying pundits
Which but as a conspiracy on part of foreign intruders
Seemed it to be even then,
I saw the well and the broken part
Of the ancient temple
But my mouth was shut it then
From speaking it.
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