Time has hollowed the place
Some of the faces come forward
Eager to narrate the past
Mostly, hearsay
Stretching back in time
To retrieve graceful stories
Breathing life again
In the memories of a region
Echoes are feeble
Striking against each other
From dilapidated walls
Antiquated journeys and struggles
Prodding the fragmented remains
If they were to speak
In a bygone language
Ears would have to be patient
The ruins may bleed still
Soul of this place is alive
Winds stir momentarily
Exposing the unheard feelings
Tears that have trickled deep
To survive the hollowness
Interrupted dreams
Sudden collapse of fate
Vibrate with hidden anecdotes
Lifeless they seem
Ashen facades stare vacuously
Weathering of inclement times
~Amitav
Great
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