Sinhagad
Wisps of monsoon threads Waft dreamily Like a moving veil A burnished moon – First amber’s dusk, Now nights of silver pale And to stand atop this fort Makes you wonder Alone, left behind, Where intertwines Reality with The mists of a moonlit mind For I clearly see In the Komorebi Of silver shine and black Brave soldiers Climbing, crawling Longing for this stronghold back Like arachnids They clamber With sword and shield and knife- See carefully, behold: Monitor lizards pull the troops As the fables come to life Can you hear now? The bells that ring For the walls are breached And the war begins - The defenders awakened, Surprised, and beseeched At the very top Now fires burn The Mavala – Mughal spars, The fort is won, Alas, the Lion lost Upon these very stars Quietness again As winds of peace Blow with moistened love Memories of the monsoon mus...
