It takes some good legs to climb a hill,
way to Rajasthan’s forts now free for cars and honking,
unless you enter someplace somewhere something,
for example, this one, Jaiselmer fort, a settlement sinking,
has tourists and Indians lazing, hunting and drinking.
Scrambling against stones, freedom, clothes and the carving,
hotels are everywhere so no problems sleeping,
in the name of tradition filthed with God and Princing,
all for livelihood which I and you should be earning,
just at the gate half hill at car parking,
show I am confident and I am ignoring,
the guide is shouting,
in case it is his help I may be wanting,
I say I can’t be depending,
because right now,
Time it is to me. Space it’s unto you.
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