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A winter's reflection

In the quietude of winter, we often find ourselves confronted with the depths of our own being. This free verse exploration delves into the ...

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

The Barsela

The word megalith transports me to my home town...to the Barsela right next to my house. The heritage monument that I had described in my post... I live near "Barselas" way back in 2011... 



Today the word megalith takes me home:


And my pen scribbles :


Down in the valley, 

in the outskirts of small township, 

by the side of gurgling Suket, 

the megaliths, 

the Barselas, 

watch our stories unfolding.

The remnants of royalty, 

sentinels of time. 

Their eyes fixed, 

gaze, eternal, 

bodies, weathered, 

expressions, unwavering 

but their spirits breathing. 

Slow, strained breath of senescence.


Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗

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