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