The Walk as a Mughal Princess
A walk through the ancient ruins
The hustle and bustle of vendors
rings through my ears through a thousand years.
The galleries resound the clittering of bangles,
and the jangle of anklets and bells
hanging from the face of shops.
"The prince is to arrive soon get all the shops set"
The lasses are all primed with bewitching beauty to get a glance.
The beautiful arches were sinfully ornamented.
Walking from the shadows, into the beaming sun.
There is a fragrance of the blooms and love in the air of the lush gardens
And the swish of precious studded suits against the trimmed grass.
There is a smoke of hookah rising in the chambers
And the alertness of the men guarding them.
The high rises still await the call of their master .
A walk through the ancient ruins .
Why ruins ? Lets say ancient flourishes.
rings through my ears through a thousand years.
The galleries resound the clittering of bangles,
and the jangle of anklets and bells
"The prince is to arrive soon get all the shops set"
The lasses are all primed with bewitching beauty to get a glance.
The beautiful arches were sinfully ornamented.
Walking from the shadows, into the beaming sun.
There is a fragrance of the blooms and love in the air of the lush gardens
And the swish of precious studded suits against the trimmed grass.
There is a smoke of hookah rising in the chambers
And the alertness of the men guarding them.
The high rises still await the call of their master .
A walk through the ancient ruins .
Why ruins ? Lets say ancient flourishes.
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