(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')
In the
kingdom of empty fortresses
In the kingdom
of empty fortresses
my king is not a
thing
more than a forgotten
ring
which I worn for
many years.
As I enter with
echoing footsteps
certain grandeur
threatens me,
yet I go for
a solemn silence
inviting
I reach the King’s
court.
I swim for distance;
strange it is
how I run
to find all in an
emptiness.
sunrays shedding
soundless sighs
when history
quits out
with no concern
And I learnt many
things
from the kingdom of
empty fortresses.
Vaiyavan
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