Where Stones Speak

 I stand the test of time, in the glory of the past,

I stand to witness blood, love and lust.

I witness power struggles, mighty and mightier.

Worn from age, torn between ego, I look scarred.

I once stood lofty, as tall as none around me.

The queens gossipped on my roof, and kings appeared on the windows.

The children giggled, playing hide and seek in my corridor.

I now lay abandoned in silence, waiting to tell stories.

I was once a happy home now a monument to preserve,

In memories of dust.

~ Suranya

(02.02.2018)