THE CITADEL

The Citadel

The door, a giant, is shut for years,

With a full-time history that it bears.

The window is ajar,

But the blinds drawn;

Sunlight peeping but the darkness strong.

Rain pours in an incessant clatter –

But only the walls do reverberate the chatter!

Birds get mellow in the days of spring,

But there’s no heart which they can ring!

Statues and paintings mournfully be –

With not a pair of eyes to soulfully see.

The petrifying awe of the citadel –

Now stands to cast its spell

A golden history that it once had,

The cast aspirations mar it so glad!

Time – so cruel – did annihilate the grand,

The generation then was razed to the ground!