Morning walk to Vaishali Garh

Early in the morning before the sun, We reach the top where the night is done, Shadow of night holding the hand of the light, To start anew and to end a flight, Me and my sister following Granny's sight, Like a soldier tracking the field, Open as clouds, sleeping in nature's field, Where the butterfly and flowers fly, To reach heaven's shine, all night they cry, Tears all over disperse by walking foot, Rice, wheat, spinach, and jute, All and all beautiful like a Licchavi princess, Delighted with golden jewelry and silk dress, Crossing the high born, we reach the declassed zone, Where the upper and lower are all thrown, The king's zone where the castle stands tall, Twenty-five hundred years ago, in time's roll, Where the courtesan lived, Amrapali, She is the wife of the kingdom of Vaishali, Amrapali dances beneath the ancient tree, On hilltop realms where land and sky agree. The morning blossoms with her radiant light, Yet kings suppress, and humanity takes flight. Early in the morning we walk on ancient route Above the castle on the hill, we walk all barefoot