The hall is dark and dimly lit,
with silence echoing all around.
This is not a sight for kingly treat,
with history crying in majestic bound.
with silence echoing all around.
This is not a sight for kingly treat,
with history crying in majestic bound.
Yet the sword hasn't rusted still
with the gold handle in full glory.
The aura, the grandeur one can feel,
when reliving the heroic story.
with the gold handle in full glory.
The aura, the grandeur one can feel,
when reliving the heroic story.
Decades have passed and centuries gone,
the swords still in their sheath remain.
Fame, valour stayed while life moved on,
the swords will be out we don't know when.
the swords still in their sheath remain.
Fame, valour stayed while life moved on,
the swords will be out we don't know when.
The enemies are there on the inside, as
they do not charge in battlefields now.
The people have cried while politicians lied,
to right the wrong the sword will fulfill its vow.
they do not charge in battlefields now.
The people have cried while politicians lied,
to right the wrong the sword will fulfill its vow.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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