It was a magnificent fortress
a poem sculpted in marble, once
where life throbbed round the clock
where angels and demons trod along.
The garden in front
was beautiful and fascinating with
colourful blooms.
With the passage of time
the fortress turned empty and silent
where even ghosts feared to tread…
The garden infront turned flowerless
and thorny with none
available to take care
of the fortress as well as the garden….
Today
the fortress has
not even any claimants…..
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