The Fort - Poem by cyclopseven Ram
Ravages from the past
Creates monumental sight
Of the dilapidated fort
Which had fallen long time back
But, with integrity still intact.
A solemn feeling arose swiftly
And I felt the strangeness of the place
Staring at me from every corner
Concrete blocks scattered around
Pieces of wine barrels and cognac bottles
Littered everywhere - an effort to lay the fear
Partially embedded in time and earth
The fort still carries the aura
Of souls roaming around
Searching for abandoned
Weapons and comrades.
Surrounded by thick forest
The fiery call of the defense
And soothing euphoria of winning the fight
Both filled the atmosphere.
I sensed the cries and laughter
Coming from between the cracks
On the slanting walls
Covered by moss all over
I know many had fallen
They fed the earth with their blood.
Saying my final prayer
Slowly I marched out with respect
For those who dropped their body there
In defense of the land they love.
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