A little brick… a seashell,
Some tiny grains of sand
Demolished towns and bridges,
Vestiges of a land
Adorned with precious stones
Bars of gold and silver
That once made up royal thrones
A cowrie or a coin
Or a locked up hidden door
Remnants of an era
That existed long before
Now buried deep in the soil
Cast away without a thought
A wealth of information
That the human race forgot
A priceless latent bounty
That hasn’t come to the fore
Teachings from our ancestors
That we remember no more
Obliterated morals
Lessons of immense worth
Now enmeshed with empires
That we are yet to unearth
A fast receeding fortune
That’s been lying in reserve
An ancient, sanct collection
That we must now preserve
We’ve procrastinated plenty…
Several precious years are lost
Let’s now redouble our efforts
No matter what the cost
For, our past is the pedestal
That elevates us all today
A column that the sands of time
Are quickly wearing away
Our heritage is our armour
Against the problems of the day
For finding a solution
The past has got to stay
Bars of gold and silver
That once made up royal thrones
A cowrie or a coin
Or a locked up hidden door
Remnants of an era
That existed long before
Now buried deep in the soil
Cast away without a thought
A wealth of information
That the human race forgot
A priceless latent bounty
That hasn’t come to the fore
Teachings from our ancestors
That we remember no more
Obliterated morals
Lessons of immense worth
Now enmeshed with empires
That we are yet to unearth
A fast receeding fortune
That’s been lying in reserve
An ancient, sanct collection
That we must now preserve
We’ve procrastinated plenty…
Several precious years are lost
Let’s now redouble our efforts
No matter what the cost
For, our past is the pedestal
That elevates us all today
A column that the sands of time
Are quickly wearing away
Our heritage is our armour
Against the problems of the day
For finding a solution
The past has got to stay
Padmapriya Govindarajan
11-C
