Mighty pride of a mighty man,
Fearless and standing tall,
Was he a king or perhaps a dictator?
Could he have been a well-decorated General?
Or a powerful statesman of his time,
Surely he must be greater than all!
His gaze transfixed on passers-by,
Unmoved, but wonderfully poised,
With his stony presence felt,
He stood at the parks center,
A daring crow, defied his authority,
Sitting stubbornly on him,
Creeping weeds, entwining marble legs,
Almost restraining him from complaining,
About the neglect he silently suffers,
What’s that engraved on that pedestal?
Perhaps a name, a title or a citation,
Now illegible and faint!
- Ajay Dass
