Heritage

I entered the age-old city for those joyous moments
And to watch the historical monuments.
I see a well, huge, but found water nowhere!
And cracked everywhere
Reminds those withered lips of a woman untouchable
Hoped for a drop of water in the hot noon at this well? Or for a merciful Touchable?

A rapacious school lying lonely and full of void
Alas…whose unholy feet might have emptied its mind?
Remember! That untouchable foot not yet saw your heart
Only the eaves of your court
Do not live forlorn and dejected
Humble yourself like a school boy to be once again educated

What happened to the eyes of this huge deity Ancient?
For whom are they bleeding at the moment?
Is it for those who were crushed under the wheels of your chariot?
For the relentless genocides you perpetrated for the thirst of the dominant?
It must be for your sons who deserted you for the capitalist
And those left your cracked breasts to swarm and pest with greedy quest!