a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Stone houses

Stones were a house in the desert
Against sun and the cold and rains,
Marauding tribes on angry horses.

Stones were a house against lusts
Of tyrant princes, taxmen by bags,
Evil doers who come riding horses.

Stones were house against silence,
Against the eerie midnight ghosts
Who roamed a night’s arid wastes.

Stones are not house against time,
AgainstĀ  night when village leaves
Holding head high against tyranny.

(Kuldhara is a ghost village near Jaisalmer abandoned overnight, in 19th century, by its residents to escape the tyranny of a ruling Minister who threatened to take the Chief’s daughter by force)


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