163. daulatabad fort
the passage of time can be mysterious and elusive
five minutes in despair can feel like an eternity
while a whole day in joy and laughter can fly by our eyes
ancient rocks carved hundreds of years ago speak to us
still standing, they form a sacred shelter amid ruins of a bygone era
yet a very present conversation is still carried forth
new feet still step inside
generations upon generations come
with their hopes and dreams
anxieties and fears
our troubles are but a drop in the ocean
to these stones who have seen the ages come and go
they know that the ocean is but a drop in comparison to the infinite universe that is love
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