Flags soared
and cannons thundered
as the capital
witnessed riches, power and plunder
They all
came here and fought in the ring
And it
always remained the city of the King.
It still
holds that coveted throne
People of
power have made it their home
It’s
thronged by many of history’s treasures,
by tales of
authority, pain and pleasure
Amidst the projection
of a modern facade
and the
fight for surviving the chaotic rat race
and the
shattered fortresses where noble warriors bled
Amidst the searing
summer and the biting winter
amidst some
sought-after vistas, aromas and tastes
The demons
routinely keep raising their heads
As the light
fades, the danger lurks
The
responsible have, their responsibilities, shirked
No one cares
for the victim, they’re all on the run
The story is
revealed only under the rays of tomorrow’s sun
The villains
are the ones who had
themselves
as heroes portrayed
Knowing
there’s little hope in searching for answers,
the seekers
feel betrayed
The mighty
occupants of the echelons of power
Powerless in
dealing with the need of the hour
The funeral
pyre of dreams, hazed under its own smoke
is being
projected as a ray of hope
The rat race
proceeds towards this light
But not all
are deceived by this dubious sight.
