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The Dilapidated and Devastated Mandu
The Dilapidated and Devastated Mandu
Time and tide wait for none,
All people must have to walk alone;
All days must proceed in the west direction.
Kings and their accomplishments foregathered only muck,
To which time could not buck;
Once the place was busy through the ruck.
The swords of the then kings and other weapons
Are corroded nowadays,
The queens were the belles of those days;
The charms of the queens are felt like frosts,
Those are melted into the grass and lost
.
The towers were built up by men
Has been disintegrated and tumbled down;
In the midst of knobbly and contorted
Baobabs that are emerging and coming out.
When the rain and wind endure
To mumble their legends and records once more.
Mandu is a place of art and craft,
A place of Indian culture and architecture;
Who always compares the history and modernity,
The people of the nation must have to regain and retain its prodigious beauty.
