Soliloquy

For the soul of the Deccan

May the sun never set on your peaks
Or on your tangled walls.
May your tear-stained rosy cheeks
Exist in history’s halls.

The walk along the lake at night
Or the lights of Hanamkonda
Deters a lonely soul from fright
Or a detour in his Honda.

Wars, blasphemy and impiety –
You have borne them all.
The glow that saves you from anxiety
Speaks highly of your gall.

You’re bold, imperfect yet just as proud
As the battles you abhor;
One walks among the teeming crowd
As on a demure floor.

No door remains far from your eyes,
Or from your wily glance.
The ones that seek to surprise
Get stolen in advance.

The road to Kazipet wounds past
Streets that cause alarm;
Not much that would leave aghast
Men who mean no harm.

Your glances at the paths of yore
Well befits your part;
The sun shines as it did before
Upon your guileless heart.

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