Contemplations

At the the foot of the stairway.
Stairway to majesty. I sit.
The chill of the cold floor running up my feet , up my spine .
I contemplate , not of the the kings ,
nor the adikarams nor the nilames . Not even the Dukganna ralas who walked this very ground.
But of our kind ,
the simple folk who toiled and laboured
and went home in the evening.