I stand tall
In the pages of history
And in city landmarks
You cannot ignore me
Because I thrive
Because I survive
Despite all odds
I linger
As a citadel
A memorial
A grave
Marking my presence
In Space and Time
You cannot
Wipe me
Forget me
Abhor me
Hate me
Because I tell a story
Of the Times gone by
Of our entwined histories
The Palace of Dreams
Lies in Ruins
Entangled in roots
With growing shoots
Stands a colossal memoir
Of the Time that was
And that never will be…
I saw this huge mansion lost among trees and roots growing through it couple of months ago. Yesterday, I had the opportunity to revisit it again.
Palace of Raja Subodh Mallick is in absolute decadence. Apart from some care takers, there is no sign of human existence though there is abundance of green life.
Is this how human existence going to end? It seems even our legacy cannot save us. Nothing can salvage us when our morals erode us. When right to title, profit and propriety becomes the ultimate goal, we turn a blind eye towards history, legacy and beauty.
Mad Decadence 