Lucknow Residency-post 1857

Roaring cannonballs,
Firing guns,
Dashing adventurers,
The Mother's brave sons.

They all fought,
On this land,
For this land,
One to keep it,
and the other,
To command.

Eroded walls,
Collapsed beams,
Meandering cracks,
A building falling apart,
At its seams.

Staircase ghosts,
Missing bricks,
Disappearing fast,
Legend meets the present,
In these relics of the past.

The memories,
Are here to stay,
As long as
These relics last.

You can still hear
The canons roar,
Behold!
As the bricks bleed
The gaping wounds sore.