Preserved decrepit, deserted
Ancient monuments,
Protected with barbed fence
Where only
Pigeons and thieves build
Their nests.
To educate
Young India
About its heritage?
Migrants,
With dreams
Of better prospects,
Live on pavements
Or make shift
Tenements,
Perish
Due to extremes of climate.
Miles of wasteland,
To commemorate
Those who are dead
And have long gone
And are forgotten,
While the living
treated with scorn,
Rue the day
They were born.
The ending came nicely though the transformation in the middle was a little confusing. But words flowed easily with usual beauty. My 9
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Thanks for telling me about this beautiful poem. What amazes me is our thought patterns! There must be something more than simple coincidence! 10/10! - Raj Nandy