The Ancient Monuments
Standing in annexed territories,
Depicting the old memories,
Of how lion-hearted were the majesties,
And in ecstasy had built up the memorials.
Those scriptured monuments,
Portray victory of certain moments ,
Rendering a brief triviality of the past,
Along with consequences at last.
Pride for those who earned triumph ,
As facing the invading forces were tough,
And helped them in establishing tyranny,
Delineating an epitome of their dynasty.
Such ancient rocky structures,
Instill in us a sense of hubris,
Further adding on to the scenic beauty,
Reminding oneself about one's duty.
How awful it feels when we cogitate,
For those in the battles who tasted defeat,
Wars were the words for sacrifise ,
Of countless warriors to die.
The Ancient monuments illuminate us,
To serve humanity disregarding victories,
Thereby surpassing cruelity with benevolence,
As nothing wins over the time.
Neither pride nor monuments stay,
Only magnanimity will keep the defeat away.