An Old Fort

Standing firmly, with all of

Its ruins and remains

Calm, but as every stone

Of it, speaking of its

Glory and pains...,

Seems as if it is dead, but

Still life in it sustains

Witnessing all seasons thru

Decade's of its heirs and

Their blood stains,

Dust of time, diminishing

It's legacy, but its

Worthiness, still pertains

Pupils hold their breath

To see an Old Fort's beauty

That it, retains.