A Future Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Forts, garrisons, the old memories
Memories of the past through the old forts
Here the remains of conquest, killing sprees
Where humans acted in such brutal ways
For power, kingdom, subjugation
Forming territories, as their own
Fixing the boundaries, providing security
The world of conflicts of earlier eras
Every old brick seems to be red
Every stone seems to be crying of old memory
The world of conquests, kingdoms
The poor humans ever in tragic states
They got better freedom in modern times
With hopes they tries to make a living
Still they are not let in peace
Only expect better future in good ways.