This time of the year the obelisk
Rises towards old sky, like a tree
Its leaves yellow or a few or none.
The sun is bloody in the west top,
The sun that had risen and fallen
In leaves in centuries of passage.
Here lies French general ,his dog,
His loved horse, in common dust,
An earth of nobody’s sun at dusk.
Raymond was our loved Monsieur
MoosaRam and Rahim in obelisk.
A bird dropped tree lives in its top.
(On visit to the tomb of Monsieur Raymond .He was a much loved French general in Hyderabad’s erstwhile ruler Nizam’s army, who lived two hundred years ago)