Thursday, March 20, 2025

Poem 292 : An Aristocratic Descent

An Aristocratic Descent
                                      - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

From the bright beaming palace,

Present amidst the lands and seas,

A royal atmosphere is glittering,

Golden treasury, a bold ancestry,

Ascended from the tip of a land,

Bungalows with ancient charms,

Gardened grounds were flowering,

Plantations planted everywhere,

The smell of tea amidst worms,

A big populace decreased someday,

From four to two to one and none,

Soil upholding the dignified class,

Huddled together with conditions,

Bound forever with convictions,

A pure race moving at fast phase,

Burning and glowing fire in blaze.

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