The royal tombs of golconda
I muse among these silent Danes
Whose spacious darkness guard your dust
Around me sleep the hoary plain
That hold your ancient wars in trust ,
I pause my dreaming spirit hears ,
Across the winds unquiet tides ,
The glimmering music of your speaker ,
The laughter of your royal brids .
In vain o king donth time aspire
To make your names oblivious sports
While yonder hill wear like a tier
The ruined grandeur of your fort
Thought centuries falter and decline ,
Your proven strongholds shall remain
Embodies memories of your line
Incarnate legends of your region
O queen in vain old fate decreed
Your flower like bodies to the tomb
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new born year the bulbuls sings
Their songs of your renascent loves ;
Your beauty wakes with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves
Swati chourasia
08-Oct-2021 08:19 PM
Nice
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Angela
07-Oct-2021 02:30 PM
Good
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Seema Priyadarshini sahay
04-Oct-2021 05:43 PM
Nice
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