Ancient Honour

The scenic beauty of the village was beholding
Lush green fields and the belles were charming
The old Banyan provided some retreat
Lavender flowers adding an intoxication to the unbearable heat

Then came a beautiful village lass
Her gait added with a touch of class
Daily she walked ten miles to fetch water
The distances echoed with her pristine laughter

The heat was becoming unbearable now
There was beady perspiration on her brow
She sat under the old Banyan
Little did she know that this was her canyon

Following her movements were a pair of watchful eyes
They wanted to destroy the body where her confidence lies
The thought of revenge drove the young blood into a frenzy
They pounced on her like vultures gone crazy

Desecrated lay the monument of glory
The ruins echoed the shameful story
Under the Old Banyan lay a pile of shame
Buried beneath the debris of her honour and fame

Culprits were summoned loud and clear
Witnesses came from far and near
They accepted the guilt with lots of candour
She had so much faith in the custodians of her honour

Here she stood as a tottered monument
There they fixed a paltry money as the punishment
Hail to those who gave the verdict
The destruction was her undoing and hers to predict

The culprits have gone away scot-free
They even distributed sweets for the sundry
Little did they feel the guilt and shame
But Ancient has become her honour and fame.