The four pillars, since its
inception,
Swayed to buttress; & too its
plinth;
And were all in equal portions
mixed,
As cement in water, more mud, amidst!
The four-legged horse that could
not run,
As more in equal proportions turned;
What intent was there who forged
such bond,
In decades pillars couldn’t smell that
thought.
Pinch of salt isn’t tantamount to
uniform,
But diffused per se latter in glass
of lime,
With water, for a smothered, who then
drank,
Now implores to seek, who the above
opined!
And wandered from one pillar to
another,
How bitter turned what’s once better
in ancient times!🤔
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021