It was a thousand years old
Many a men lived and died
By it's shore. The pristine remnants
Wave until it is no more.

There will you see a Sleeping man
Five brothers too
But none too glorified
Than the third one.

Crimson eyes
Show the future havoc
And the pillars that reach the skies
Show the wrath of the creepers.

The sphere is balanced by the wheel
Showing the birth of the mighty stream
The Lord of the Southern river
Replacing his father.

With a feet away from the hexagon
And a fleet away from the land of tea
Steadfast even from the floods
It has stood against the test of time.

© Rakesh Bal.