Pune, gifted to the Peshwa, flourished
And Baji Rao's shifted throne formed the lace
On mutha's flank shanivar wada rose,
In flesh of brick for only kings shape stone.
Gardens for grass, locales for trade, Lavani
Danced into the courts, composers composed
Until the fatal third fight of Panipat
When Pune's roots thinned, her body withered
By loot, by soot of envy's flame; traitors
Divide, divisions lend hand to the sly;
Regent Raghunath riding ambition
Murdered his nephew whose dying screams haunt,
Still, walls of his sudden grave, and legends.
Raghu ran to the East India company,
Then the Portuguese while men chose puppets
Whose strings made bridge for company and crown.
~Ajay
25/3/19
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seaboyman ~ poetry
Poetry~ is that not the perfect visual image of life and death / a fish flapping on the carpet and a fish not flapping on the carpet ~
