The Echoes

Wonder which language the ancient monuments speak

Once grand and glory of an Age they survive the onslaught of time

Many mysteries are whispered by the walls, remain still in oblivion

Not all the stories have been narrated and those spirits await liberation

Narratives remain relevant forever as eternity carries them

Listen to the murmurs of the mountains and impatience in surrounding winds

Echoes between the peaks hold lessons from ancient worlds

Some voices may have been silenced prematurely

Soul-stirring experiences of love, passion, anger, jealousy, greed, and deception

Walls and chambers of crumbling citadels still has the foundations

Surviving the test of time to endure chastisement of karmic deeds

Glorified tales of the benevolence of power may have been lies

Magnificence stands naked, stripped of the ostentatious display of arrogance

Walls create divide and souls cannot carry the burden of egotism

Heavy aroma of contempt of life still lingers to remind of transgressions

Many emotions may have been extinguished before blossoming

Who can dare to listen to the mixed chorus of pain and apathy?

Tales of unfulfilled desires, agony of suppressed truth threaten doubtful grandeur©