Era, where marauder, merchants peregrinated,
Swords scintillating, on horses knights;
In hands pages of fragmented diktats,
No measures methods means for realms to thrive.
If what’s believed or said; had ever been said?
No knowledge of it, alas, fractured souls, despite;
And awaited for a generation or two on lands,
To bleed it more; until, all the wolves cried!
The Pillars of Spaces were when Erected always,
Beguiled by who move past, to be thrusted at nights;
And who slept, counting on watchmen covenants,
Alas! Covenants ne’er brought them to be illumined.
But end was ne’er, ne’er be of who truly breathe,
As dawn awakens only the conscious sights! 😇
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021