The shepherd’s mountain hosts ghosts
Over matchstick sounds across bushes.
Today it is back again dreaming out of.
We better exorcise female ones from it.
They are flesh turned stone with men.
The sleeping tombs are cold with past.
Bodies were covered in male darkness.
The stomachs were homes to male egos.
Now they are in the same stone as men.
(About the Golconda fort in Hyderabad)