In front of Humayun's Tomb

These mannequin fountains and servant lawns
Preserve impressions
Of iron hoofs and Mughal Juttis
And that big dome you see, like a pyramid
Covers impressions of the same bones
And a legacy left for shoes of explorers
And eyes and wits and imagination and an era
That excites us like those hatchlings limping to soar
from the wistful dome shaped panes of perception.