The castle ended to be a prison for the royals that was supposed to be a home,
It ended to become a haven of lost whispers,
But, it is renowned as the joyous uproar of courtiers, festive and glamorous,
Behind the glamours there was wailing,
A wall of tears, echos of laments,
Imprints of ruins- ruins of great humours ever born!
There is a ‘Castle’ in all of us- Somber,
Bitter in memories and weaker in ties,
Shiny outwards but hollow inside,
A feigned freedom exercised,
Reigning champions dead and faded while still alive!
Mummied and crusified!
©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy
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