Where found we our lost caravans
O’er stony faces of lost time
In the faint remembrance of our clans
We resurrect past’s paradigm!

Neither clay forgot nor forgot stone
Sand’s verdant truths nurtured by rains
Still lingers on bare to the bone
Immortal heritage still remains!

Lingering legacy of a longlost sea
A past that took a haunting turn
In fading hues still lasts mystery
Of a timeless age hard to discern!

So many shades still luxuriate
Amidst hunger and hatred’s bane
We are the ethos which we create
With Stone Of Time And Chisel Of Pain!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra