by Radhika Sharma
Old cultures and lost traditions.
All rose from the sowing of the same seeds,
Unity, religion and belief,
Behind those red brick walls,
Hides a story far stronger than any before,
Of epic battles and royalties,
Of castles that we talk of today,
We really barely know,
The story behind the luxury of those days,
The story behind lives of gold,
To get a crown of the greatest jewels,
They have sacrificed their lives,
Today we realize we have forgotten,
The words of those wise,
They sang their own different melodies,
Celebrated with a different folk,
Today we have forgotten in our history,
The past that they hold,
Today our memories of them corrode,
Like bricks of their own forts,
The significance drifts away from the shores of our modern plastic lives,
I know you've heard of the beauty of their past, but tell me?
Do you know of the story behind those closed doors?