Historical monuments and statues,
The good emotional feeling they makes,
What transpired the world before,
What exists the world we lives,
We get a glimpse of world history,
A practical study of events we inherit,
The handicraft from the people gone,
Their achievement, thoughtful deeds,
The expressions in statues,
The mighty emperors who rules the country,
The ruins from history we inherits,
A visitor always rejoice in seeing,
What beauty lies in the countless visits,
Do oh thee that beautiful monument of ours,
And as we wish to see it again and again,
As we wish to see it later and now,
We hope, that it remains as good as new,
Those pillars tall, still reaching the skies,
Those holy sites, as peaceful as can be,
And that its heritage remains,
Its identity still prevails,
And we, we help to PRESERVE,
PROTECT and POVERISH it to our best........
This poem, clearly reminds me of the park... Ever since i forst visited it, i have had an attachment to it, maybe a bond with the 5 dynasties who met there... It looks so dangerous yet serene, with the monuments standing away to glory all these years... Looking so beautiful and magnificent... And most importantly, withholding the history and mystery of all the events, fights and talks of the people... I sometimes wish these walls could speak... Whisper to me, something about the past.... And then.......
*The walls too have ears.....*
The good emotional feeling they makes,
What transpired the world before,
What exists the world we lives,
We get a glimpse of world history,
A practical study of events we inherit,
The handicraft from the people gone,
Their achievement, thoughtful deeds,
The expressions in statues,
The mighty emperors who rules the country,
The ruins from history we inherits,
A visitor always rejoice in seeing,
What beauty lies in the countless visits,
Do oh thee that beautiful monument of ours,
And as we wish to see it again and again,
As we wish to see it later and now,
We hope, that it remains as good as new,
Those pillars tall, still reaching the skies,
Those holy sites, as peaceful as can be,
And that its heritage remains,
Its identity still prevails,
And we, we help to PRESERVE,
PROTECT and POVERISH it to our best........
This poem, clearly reminds me of the park... Ever since i forst visited it, i have had an attachment to it, maybe a bond with the 5 dynasties who met there... It looks so dangerous yet serene, with the monuments standing away to glory all these years... Looking so beautiful and magnificent... And most importantly, withholding the history and mystery of all the events, fights and talks of the people... I sometimes wish these walls could speak... Whisper to me, something about the past.... And then.......
*The walls too have ears.....*
