Bikaner

Rest

Rest

And rest...

It is rusting...

Yes, it is.

Get up...

And act...

Do something...

Yes, something concrete...

If you have nothing to do,

Then start singing a song...

Dance...

Paint...

Dream, yes, Day-Dream...

Or start deep-breathing...

Anulom-vilom...

Or just chant OM OM OM.

Bikaner...

Fort...

Any fort...

Anywhere...

Means...

Diwaane-e-Aam...

Diwaan-e-Khaas...

King's throne...

His Bedroom...

His queens's living spaces...

King's used clothes...

His weapons...

Swords, Guns, Arrows,  

and what not...

Their used utencils...

Their used furniture...

Their ...

Their...

Their...

Who the Hell are bothered for these things ???

Me ???

Not the least.

But still there are Forts...

And people visit them...

Pay for tickets...

Pay for Guides, 

who tell juicy stories about the kings and their gone era,...

I feel like demolishing all these Forts...

They don't tell any "Gaurav-Gaathaa".

Let past be burried...

Let new modern developed non-fuedal India emerge !!!

Amen.