I traced my path through the majestic remains

I saw the shattered temples it still retains

Upon crumbled castles, I heard echoes of the past

Of the most glorious of dynasties that couldn’t last

Yet the broken roots spoke of the fragrant blooms

The remnant smoke mirrored the fury of the fumes

The crumbles cried of the story etched on every side

As the pitiful remains still held their pride

It wasn’t terrible monsters that destroyed these lands

It was humans who did this, with human hands

What muses me is this simple thought

How with the same human form, they still fought

On the differences they had, did they feud and fight

For they couldn’t bear to see another culture in sight

They said this God wasn’t true and wasn’t the same

But they failed to realize, the only difference was the name

-Veda Samhita

6/1/2024