Soon
You will no more stand alone.
Unlike the snake-lonely thumb,
Contemporary monuments will grow from your buds
Onikan will metamorphose into a wonderland
You will stand at the centre of our tourism hub.
For a long century you’ve kept the best of our past
Signatures of our creative gods
Emblems of our artful kings:
In the umbilical pot in your inner gallery,
We seek communion with our inner heads.
You are the banker of our choice brass
The insurance house of our terracotta scarce:
Through the thick and ticks
You have kept the rest of our pilfered bronze.
You might have been denied the status of the Central Bank
But your impact is there to see and feel
I have seen you feed the curiosity of many scholars,
Fired the minds of visiting kids
Whoever can resist getting charmed by your ancient drums
And the classical crowns in your central safe?
