We went into the fort of nothing
An exaggerated way of a defence
A bunch of shrubs weeping sun.
Where are the men who needed
All the defences against others?
A stone gate opened wilderness,
Defences dropping everyday sun.
Pray, what are others against?

A farmer standing in green cow
Was he a defence against dust?
Not so ancient man drops a sun
As we stand here in green rice.
We are our defenceless ogglers
Of beauty to drop our own suns,
Just trying to fortify our bodies
Against dust by a fortwall of art.

(on a visit to the ruins of the Rachakonda fort)


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