Bara Bagh Cenotaphs: Life still sounds within the empty golden tombs jutting out from sand and stones and skeletal broken twigs First customers for the guide - 50 rupees, first customer - 30 rupees please The broken tooth gravestones stand askew among the yawning columns as sparrows call from dome to dome The guides flit, shadows watching like the ghosts long since moved on. Next first customer arrives - he goes. There is no death here - only absent memory created and left. It's all gone to pieces. *** Villages: Brushwood doors and log piles Mud huts and domes of dung Two boys sit in limpid shade of a scrub tree The desert sand stretches out a dusty minefield So much sand - what do they do? The men have left for the city - Women, children and the old are left now. We are the ghouls watching the poverty in this village of the hopeless Locked away safe be...