The Story Of A Deserted Castle Poem by Raja Basu

Today I am completely deserted, and stand alone in the midst of a jungle
My condition is extremely bad, and anyday I am likely to crumble.

Today I have no charm or appeal, and to everybody I am so unwanted
And this infamy has been attributed to me, that I have been haunted.

Today I am a poor mansion, one which has outlived its old glory
And I have nothing to boast of, except my old story.

Once upon a time I was a royal palace, a palace with so much pomp and glamour
There were lots and lots of people, thus resulting into huge clamour.

I was always decorated like a bride, courtesy the stupendous royal wealth
I was so happy, so proud of my beauty and health.

Dignitaries would regularly visit me, and would highly praise my beauty
Thus constantly enhancing my deep-rooted pride and gaiety.

I was fully conscious of the fact that I had a social status
I knew that as a mansion I was genuinely attractive and gorgeous.

Alas, today everything is past, that does not exist (anymore)
I cannot hold back my tears, no matter how much I resist.

My pride is long gone, and now I have only an appeal so humble
I just want The Almighty to make me fully crumble.