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The Royal Tombs Of Golconda

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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 Chattopadhyay Naidu (13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949) was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's e
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