The treasures
Chittorgarh Fort, Rajasthan, India They stood tall, they remain tall, They are the pride, who died but did not fall, They fought the battles, they lifted the baton, They kept the moustaches like the craton, They were the pillar, who lifted the forts, Had a smile while facing the swords.
Air all around
History has gifted the glory in it’s shell, From the pierce of magnificence to a adoring bell, Sometimes lights bares out the rarity, Our ancestors led this charismatic verity.