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,
Against 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)