Chronicles of a Tomb


“My facade lives through eerie seasons,
In loyalty, they come with treasons.

Distorting with each passing century,
An indignation now confines my fury.

Of impotent beliefs, long rests a grave inside.
Faint echoes of dome share the stories that died.

The shattered pride belonged to king of the kings,
Loneliness and solitude are two different things.”

– Kabir Malik
©/ 9th September 2016
Photograph clicked at- Azim Khan’s Tomb, Mehrauli, New Delhi