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There is nothing to lament
About the passing of
The old world order
The Vedic, the Mughal,
The colonial world,
Are all preserved
In their bathing ghats,
In their architecture,
In their education,
Names of places
Streets and buildings,
Still represent the old world.
Names like Manikarnika,
The Taj Mahal, or
The Victoria Memorial
Always stand for
Death, love, lost glory,
The enviable history of races
The same old stories
Repeated again and again
Even in their apparent decay.
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