In glassy waters reflects the city of pink,
While two hearts try to catch each other's wink
In the old polo club waited on by men in turban,
Once sat English generals sipping ice and bourbon
Serpentine roads leading upto walls,
Under lonely moon, a sight enthralls
The history of the place, the guide imparts,
Standing majestically, the fort's ramparts
At the top flies the flag of kings,
At the base, the old beggar sings.
A single lamp lights the palace of glass,
Adorning regal busts of copper and brass
Pondering through the ornate window, sat the young Sawai
Reminiscing the ancestral reign in glory high.
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