the siege of 1857
british residency
beneath Indian soil
lie writhing english
blood sweat tears
bones by the great
empire they were
disowned left
alone ,,no one
to call their own
on their forgotten
semen stained
graves trees have
grown dreams
tattered torn
memories
outworn
none will mourn
brave british soldiers
their wives children
watch from afar
the changing world
beyond the stone
