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A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Thursday, March 18, 2021

Rakhigarhi

 Once upon a time, there was a town.

Was.

Flourishing, breathing, living.

Comings and goings alive, 

with humanity.

Soulful streets, bustling merrily. 

Civic life, spirited. 

People, unfettered and free. 

Art and sciences, pioneering. 

Architecture, spellbinding. 

Religion, simple, 

sanctified by purity of thoughts. 

Erudites, their knowledge, deep and polished.

Dynamic cradle of civilization.

4500 years ago. 

Forlorn, 

the mounds stare silently today.

The greatest realm, dilapidated, 

the reign reduced to relics.

The enduring question 

“who we were” 

echoing in archaic remains. 

Answer! 

Safely buried 

with the fossils smiling sinisterly. 

Rakhigarhi. 

Where the broken shards 

of ancient history 

prick the residents daily.


Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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