Lost in the sight

The martyred deeds and dead dreams

Drowning in a bubble with oozing life

Hath flown across from the fields frail to the furious trail

Hence capturing in the canvas the tapestry of spilling history

Gone by the changing colours; the races, the species

Breeding the seedlings to sprout past springs

Crowns and clowns that jolted the scenes

Counted their steps to the site destine

Misguided thieves and pious slaves

Alike they drunk from same well and slake

In the days that shined blood lights

And lands lurking in shadowy nights

I imbibed in the radiant rings of her rafty Iris

Amidst the vast watery film

That got buried under the rubbles of gone time

I am an old man with an aged heart

Liquefied beneath the caged chest

Carrying the pebbles to count

Till I too get beneath the mound