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Two Delhi Monuments

         KUTUB MINAR

               A
             Line
           Upright
           Reminds
           A slave
           A  king
           A court
           Witness
           Intrigues
           Pitying
           Avariced
           Thrusts
           Miseried
           Minions
           Staring
           Baring
           Nothing

      
             GOLDEN TEMPLE 

                  Peacock
           Park. Touching turf.
       Gem afloat  flowing  grace
    A pinnacle. Where is the prince.
 Claustrophobic confines open out now
Opened up. What vibrant white trance.
          I turn a clairvoyant
             I’m everywhere
              Peace, peace

Form: Rictameter

* written twenty years ago