Darkened
walls, broken doors, and trampled floors
Older
than you, me, and anyone alive
Half-hidden
and protected by overgrowth
Stone
and roots, nature’s children living together
Carvings
so intricate that no machine can replicate
Faint
echoes of ancient prayers humming with power
Temple
ruins, left forgotten and ignored
By
the civilized descendants of heathen ancestors
Temple
ruins converted into tourist spots with flashy guides
Fabricated
stories sold for dollars and pounds
Temple
ruins desecrated by lovers and reformers
Wisdom
on walls wiped out by ugly graffiti
The
past, no longer present, yet with roots
Too
deep to uproot and erase without a trace
Roots
that grow back; refuse to surrender despite the abuse
Providing
a gateway into the past, now and forever
A
road not many want to take, not many dare follow
Yet
the only one leading to the center of the universe
This post is a part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.
Difficult road or one that is becoming increasingly redundant in Kali Yuga?
ReplyDeleteA matter of perspective and personal choice, I suppose. :)
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