Friday, May 31, 2013

The Capital


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.

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