The elapsed time beckons,
In a deplorable manner:
The buried coffins deep,
Out of pure neglect,
The tainted engraving crumble;
under the callous acts of vandals;
Reminiscence of the bygone era'
Rots under the dampened mud,
A quick glance at the imminent future
Startles those held unaware
Of the disastrous outcome.
Time to send off sparks,
To arise form the long slumber
To preserve the dying past,
for a promising future.
by
R.M Abhinaya
12-B1
