At the confluence of two mighty rivers,
Stands a city tall and proud.
With roots steeped in ancient India
It struggles to embrace today.
The fort on the river bears testimony
To the battles fought
It stands in derelict neglect by the river
Saluting the bygone.
Sentinel-like the Akshayavat spreads
A reminder of the gory past.
Overlooking the city and sacred ghat’s
Of my beloved Prayag Raj.
Image – Sonal singh