The Royal Tombs Of Golconda
I
SE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold your ancient wars in trust.
I pause, my dreaming spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
In vain,
O Kings, doth time aspire To make your names oblivion's sport,
While yonder hill wears like a tier The ruined grandeur of your fort. Though centuries falter and decline,
Your proven strongholds shall remain Embodied memories of your line,
Incarnate legends of your reign.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed Of your imperishable bloom Each new-born year the bulbuls sing Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring To kindle these pomegranate groves.
Situated about 2 km from Golconda Fort, the Tombs of the seven Qutubshahi rulers are amidst the beautifully laid out gardens of Ibrahim bagh.
Every arch, dome and gallery of these tombs is a gem of Qutubshahi architecture set in picture perfect, serene surroundings.
The above picture is of the Fort with an inset picture of one of the tombs.
Sarojini Naidu
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