This aisle is narrow, sandwiched with seated spectators,
the stage is hot, patterns’ building each moment, dictates,
invisible speeches reticulate the whole place, constantly conflicting,
Politricks, Economimics, Ci’vic(ious) and every nuance dwindling;
there was an altar of belief, it was cobbled into Nano matters and thoughts.
This path is wide, trodden by innumerable persons with insights,
it is cool; a tree here stands tall with colored leaves and fruits,
a bit of nature and a bit of belief molded its texture,
a bit from every traveler, who passed by, leaving culture,
here is a rock of minerals, changed into a monument by flowing hearts.