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.